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Swerve Off
Mowgs
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It could never be me tryna' cunt off (pow)
I bump off then I burn off, whoosh it and push, get you turnt off (grrt-grrt)
Big 4's make you swerve off (pow)
I was chillin' with my nigga in a dinger, then we skrrt off (skrrt)
See, I grew up round two four, on road 24 (four)
Yeah, I still let it clap like a encore (pow)
Came up I had two three, yeah, my hood booky (boo-pow)
Let my nigga hit, so how the fuck she moving boujee?
Ha! Life
Big bezzle kettle but my rings bigger, all four fingers got ice
More cheddar bins rats and mice
All my old school niggas still wear 95's
Air Max 95, that's an earnington crep
This Dior 23's when I earnington step
Me and MIST in thะต room, that's some earnington bread
Niggas always seem to hatะต, but that never makes sense
Man know that I'm burning the bread
Bun skin then I bun me a Z
New whip had 'em turning their heads (had 'em turning their heads) I had 'em turning their heads
Got some niggas in the diggers tryna' burst 'em instead
Yeah, he never had a box, so we took twenty Z's
So I whip twenty Z's and put it all into pebs
Man, them niggas broke tryna' make the money stretch
A'we you wan' test? (Grr-grr)
It could never be me tryna' cunt off (pow)
I bump off then I burn off, whoosh it and push, get you turnt off (grr-grr)
Big 4's make you swerve off (pow)
I was chillin' with my nigga in a dinger, then we skrrt off (skrrt)
See, I grew up round two four, on road 24 (four)
Yeah, I still let it clap like a encore (pow)
Came up I had two three, yeah, my hood booky (boo-pow)
Let my nigga hit, so how the fuck she moving boujee?
Dargie when the hammer rise, have you up on Channel 5
Man, I'm sliding pies, niggas came up off of standing lies
Yeah, that's my nigga Mowgs (brr)
Trap boy, yeah, me dinner loads (yeah)
Came up bruck, now the wrist froze
Kyze when we down, that's my ringtone
Gyallie on my line, when we down she a nympho
Yeah, back to the pitch, running shit like I'm Lingard
If feds stalk your whip, my nigga through your SIM card
We never got no hammers off no big dargs
Now we cruise past and watch niggas in their big cars
Pain, weather man'a let the money rain (grr)
Free all my grafters in the cage (uh)
Fumes coming proper, they fill you with copper
Rappers make me nervous, so I'm chillin' with some shottas
Yeah, I bring out the toys when it's midnight
Thousand break, it's still six-five
It could never be me tryna' cunt off (pow)
I bump off then I burn off, whoosh it and push, get you turnt off (grr-grr)
Big 4's make you swerve off (pow)
I was chillin' with my nigga in a dinger, then we skrrt off (skrrt)
See, I grew up round two four, on road 24 (four)
Yeah, I still let it clap like a encore (pow)
Came up I had two three, yeah, my hood booky (boo-pow)
Let my nigga hit, so how the fuck she moving boujee? (Uh)
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