Swangin

I’m sure you had to turn to real I’m sure, I’m sure you had to turn to real Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome green Swain, got to heal while my trunk don’t spear Damn I’m sure you had to turn to real I’m sure, I’m sure you had to turn to real Chrome on the I’m sure you had to turn to real (Boy I see you swangin) I’m sure, I’m sure you had to turn to real Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome green (Boy I see you swangin) Swain, got to heal while my trunk don’t spear Damn I’m sure you have to turn to real Two thing is bee according when the black stand still Cups on my hills, but I’m beating them down still Chrome on my legs, for this jacket is out to kill Face out she kill, is magic up the ping pop to brill Pop the gracious skweel, place up like kill Bill I’m sure you had to turn to real (Boy you’re swangin) I’m sure, I’m sure you had to turn to real (you see me swangin) Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome green (Boy you’re swangin) Swain, got to heal while my trunk don’t spear Damn Great, my childs were no luck, shit will stay my cut stock Jaily raises in daily next, my special post shit is cola My teeth spend like surface, cover my head no constant This drink don’t spell I’m focus I simply have been I smoke up Only one more shit, doing sixteen I’m flowing Head out at the window I’m glowing, run ease slow motion My new colleague like my old one, (Boy, boy, boy I see) (I know, I know) (Boy, boy, boy I see) (I know, I know) (Boy, boy, boy I see you swangin, swangin) I’m sure you had to turn to real I’m sure, I’m sure you had to turn to real Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome green Swain, got to heal while my trunk don’t spear (I’m sure you had to turn to real) Boy I see you swangin (I’m sure, I’m sure you had to turn to real) (I see you swangin) (Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome green) Boy I see you swangin ta-ta-ta Shade, it rain we’re pain, make the friend glow Them go flakes make you rainbow When a sun hitted this sound for every end though Far we read days dingle from the review, a pim’s cathedral Damn in thet bag the halts said this my health low Let my sweet angel raise shut gun in the sheel (Boy, boy, boy I see you) (Boy, boy, boy I see you) (Boy, boy, boy I see you swangin) My music jam, my bank is skroop, shout out to my news then croup Oncle bon is Scarface, the reason why I’m a car least For the tangible out her face, fifteen and low base Handle, this is a croup right? First sign I’m Berlin I hate to use them two sprites, I swear drove like all night When did I use these star leeze, rest in peace and peace And big mall the ball baby, the ball baby, the ball baby I’m sure you had to turn to real I’m sure, I’m sure you had to turn to real Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome green Swain, got to heal while my trunk don’t spear I’m sure you had to turn to real I’m sure, I’m sure you had to turn to real (I’m sure you had to turn to real) Boy I see you swangin (I’m sure, I’m sure you had to turn to real) (I see you swangin) (Chrome on the feet, chrome pipes, chrome green) Boy I see you swangin Glance, glance lady’s thoughts, clean them on the lab A sabotage pub, is 1995, back and back when DJ scrue head the city slow Three in the monet, drink was doing up, back to back To take you back to where he could you rather slam ‘Cause the ill both killing coming typical of the hell And catch a nigga sleeping , then you beat you for you shiting Put a bullet in your head, giving you people sicking That’s what I be tripping when I see them riding foes I whisper to myself what these niggas don’t know Flake down both play they’re holly what happy But freaks say tellers, the pub those pupping The freaks teen speaking, so it slow back see Got the big heir rich, the world won’t breath Or something nigga gives on, or south side dank Even this is what they play, the south side dank You see me swangin, swangin Ta-ta-di-dou, ta-ta-di-dou, ta-ta-di-dou.