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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Babyy Swerve
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raymond Joyce
Lyrics
J'son Jones
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Babyy Swerve
Producer
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(Swervo, you got some shit in this bitch gang you heard
I ain't feeling none of these ****, something in my heart
I ain't fighting in no club, got something in the bar
And i ain't lacking when i'm in traffic, something in that car
Aye, aye Crazo damn
These ****'s lacking morals i just keep it cordial
I been crossing state borders tryna make a quarter
Just left from Orange County had to place a order
Don't message me about the bags
You know you cant afford em'
Leave them bad hoes alone
Know you can't afford her
Aye shawty want them new Chanel's
He tryna buy her Jordan's
Aye fuck Miami take some fine shit to Portugal
I'm over cold, you could picture me rollin' in portrait mode
If I do it for you baby it's something in my heart
Think you finna play with me it's over fore' it start
No I ain't nothing like these goofies what the fuck you thought
And i'll leave some shit alone
I aint gotta explain a god damn thing
Bitch i'm grown
And i'll turn some shit off, give a fuck what ****'s on
See me going for some lame ass shit
It's a motherfucking clone
These **** playing computer games
We catch em' outside make it rain
Raised by shooters I ain't missing
I can't go like Bronny James
In a fresh white tee plain
****'s know i'm having stain
Put in pain
Fuck yo gang
Make you long live on they page
Crazo damn
I ain't feeling none of these ****, something in my heart
I ain't fighting in no club, got something in the bar
And i ain't lacking when i'm in traffic, something in that car
And If I show love on the price you know it's something in my heart
Plug know I ain't window shopping pull up something in my cart
In 2012 was bending rentals pull up something push to start
I learned how to cook the
Was serving Simpson, selling Bart
Bags of boy yeah
When I was lil' boy yeah
I went and got a real one I start fuckin with them toys yeah
Beating shit in parties stomp 'em, watch me crank that Roy yeah
Fuck waiting on a job cause I won't never unemployed yeah
I had to get a check
I had to get respect
Fell in love with pistols my first 9 I had to get the Tec
I made 'em hit the deck thuggin me and Nina
Feel like Martin bring that pain burning biscuits me and Gina
I'm off the Gin it's me and Ginny
I seen plenty have you seen her
I see grams when I be dreaming went and chased it ain't a dreamer
Dirk Nowitzki love a German whip was serving out a Beamer
Carpet cleaner, shawty say I shit like Stanley in that steamer
(If I do something for you baby it's something in my heart
When I unleash I'm with my dog bitch I'ma let it bark)
Written by: J'son Jones, Raymond Joyce