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Trinidad James
Trinidad James
Vocals
Razor Sharp Dre
Razor Sharp Dre
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Razor Sharp Dre
Razor Sharp Dre
Composer
Nicholaus Williams
Nicholaus Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Razor Sharp Dre
Razor Sharp Dre
Producer
Nathan Doutt
Nathan Doutt
Mastering Engineer
Shanae Speller
Shanae Speller
Producer

Lirik

It's the Sound
Been gettin money, we don't talk a lot
She got a BBL, baby, poke it out
Ten gold chains when I'm walkin' out
Fuck what them other **** talkin' bout
I don't wanna deal with a cop, cop
RIP Screw, I need chop chop
Chopper go boom, make him cha cha
**** put Voes on a drop-top
Swang, swang, swang, swang, Swang
I just you wanna swang through the parking lot
Swang, swang, swang, swang, Swang
I just you wanna swang through the parking lot
Swang, swang, swang, swang, Swang
I just you wanna swang through the parking lot
Swang, swang, swang, swang, Swang
I just you wanna swang through the parking lot
Shit get exclusive when I touch down in Houston
I hit Galloria and them girls be choosin
Picture me losin' you stupid
Nah, I'm like an Astro, a shootin star
5% tint, we creepin' and crawlin'
My stripper get money, these **** be stallin
Gang gang shit, fingers twistin' and thuggin
You can ask Junior, I been out here buzzin
Diamond Tester, my grill come from George
That girl pop a Tesla, she come with a charge
Swang through the North, I'm makin' some noise
Slide down Westheimer, racing these toys
These boys act hard, they pullin' your card
Watch for the ops, cause these **** is fraud
[Turn the music down]
Bitch, I'm backin up swangin', I feel like a God
Travis Scott jordan ones
kick, flip, Tony Hawk
Them boys sip lean in the parking lot
Them boys too clean in the parking lot
Got the whole team in the parking lot
Make a bitch scream when I'm spinnin' out
Them boys better move when I'm comin' out
Yeah, the paint two tone, I got four screen showin
That's a real SLAB that I'm talkin' bout, ****
Swang, swang, swang, swang, Swang
I just you wanna swang through the parking lot
Swang, swang, swang, swang, Swang
I just you wanna swang through the parking lot
Swang, swang, swang, swang, Swang
I just you wanna swang through the parking lot
Swang, swang, swang, swang, Swang
Swang, swang, swang, swang, Swang
Swang, swang, swang, swang, Swang
Swang, swang, swang, swang, Swang
Swang, swang, swang, swang, Swang
Swang, swang, swang, swang, Swang
Rick James in his bitch, come freak somethin
One time for the Pimp, let me see somethin
Hot dance with a limp, come eat somethin
If your pussy stay quiet, won't be nothin
Dancing, not tired
I'm drunk, not quiet
You lit, baby, I'm fried
these edges won't lay to the side
I say dance, all that body in the pants
Damn, girl, I need a ounce like 28 grams
She bussin' like a Draco, baby, God's plan
Pull up with the gang, everybody gon
Swang, swang, swang, swang, Swang
Swang, swang, swang, swang, Swang
Swang, swang, swang, swang, Swang
Swang, swang, swang, swang, Swang
Written by: Nicholaus Williams, Razor Sharp Dre
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