Baby Bash, Da Stooie Bros, Slim Thug, Mickaël - Swanananana lyrics
[Baby Bash, Da Stooie Bros, Slim Thug, Mickaël - Swanananana lyrics]
Cold Chamber
I'm smoking kush, gettin' higher than a plane
(Swanananana)
And the Cadillac sittin' on the thangs
(Swanananana)
I'm so high, can't control my brain
(Swanananana)
Where everybody keep staring at me, mayne
(Swanananana)
I got that bloom blap boom in the trunk
(Swanananana)
I got a superbad babby in the front
(Swanananana)
And every time, they see fly by, I be like
(Swanananana)
Swanananana, na, na (Swanananana)
I roll around, made higher than gas prices
And I don't even got a valid driver's license
I'm pushin' luxury wheels
My pictures lookin' priceless
My primo Pica and the clika
Hook me with the paisas
They hang themselves when they
See the Suicide doors
I'm in the game, mayne
Gettin' all them high scores
Trunk quakin' and it's shakin'
Up my rear view
I'm livin' barbecue, mayne, you livin' mildew
I'm a factor, not an actor
Comin' through in a Hummer tracker
Got them pills and pur-falactic, mayne
That player's makin' racket
That boy Bash be hustlin', he be handlin'
Catch 'em out in Vegas, pimpin'
Panderin' and gamblin'
Thugga flyin' first class and ain't
Talkin' about a plane (Naw)
I'm talkin' 'bout the sticky icky
Sack of Mary Jane (Uh)
So gone off the smoke
Feel like I'm 'bout to crash (Roll up)
That's what a nigga get for
Gettin' high with that Bash
Paint lookin' splish-splash
Pops got me on they radar
I'm tryin' to take you home, baby
I don't need to stay far (Let's go)
Roll with the Thug, gon' show her Hogg love
Cause you the baddest bitch I
Done seen in this club
I ain't lookin' for no love
I'm lookin' for a freak (Uh, freak)
Now let me beat it up
Til I fall out to sleep (Hun)
The boss dive deep
Better ask around 'bout me (Bout me)
I keep them girls sprung
They say they can't live without me
I got that bloom blap
Blap pap-that, pitty pat, pimpin' that idi-at
Slap that back, that baby gon'
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Hangin' out the Cadil-liac
Follow that slip, that sauce, that wet
That drip drippin' wet, never slip
I'm elegant
But I can't help that we melt all over shit
Who you rollin' with
I got that blap bloom
That zoom-zoom, wham-wham, swananananana, I
Put it in the air, put it in her life
Fly by like I die-die-die
Frustating, didn't see, know why
Paint pretty wet with the butter in her tie
No lie, we're high, all night
And we don't care, hands in the air
Raised with the shades, squares don't compare
I'm bowlin' dowlie, dowlie
Rollie, rollie, yeah, i'm rollin'
And yeah, you better know it, if you
Don't, then get up on it, aw, ready
I'm smoking kush, gettin' higher than a plane
(Swanananana)
And the Cadillac sittin' on the thangs
(Swanananana)
I'm so high, can't control my brain
(Swanananana)
Where everybody keep staring at me, mayne
(Swanananana)
I got that bloom blap boom in the trunk
(Swanananana)
I got a superbad babby in the front
(Swanananana)
And every time, they see fly by, I be like
(Swanananana)
Swanananana, na, na (Swanananana)
I roll around, made higher than gas prices
And I don't even got a valid driver's license
I'm pushin' luxury wheels
My pictures lookin' priceless
My primo Pica and the clika
Hook me with the paisas
They hang themselves when they
See the Suicide doors
I'm in the game, mayne
Gettin' all them high scores
Trunk quakin' and it's shakin'
Up my rear view
I'm livin' barbecue, mayne, you livin' mildew
I'm a factor, not an actor
Comin' through in a Hummer tracker
Got them pills and pur-falactic, mayne
That player's makin' racket
That boy Bash be hustlin', he be handlin'
Catch 'em out in Vegas, pimpin'
Panderin' and gamblin'
Thugga flyin' first class and ain't
Talkin' about a plane (Naw)
I'm talkin' 'bout the sticky icky
Sack of Mary Jane (Uh)
So gone off the smoke
Feel like I'm 'bout to crash (Roll up)
That's what a nigga get for
Gettin' high with that Bash
Paint lookin' splish-splash
Pops got me on they radar
I'm tryin' to take you home, baby
I don't need to stay far (Let's go)
Roll with the Thug, gon' show her Hogg love
Cause you the baddest bitch I
Done seen in this club
I ain't lookin' for no love
I'm lookin' for a freak (Uh, freak)
Now let me beat it up
Til I fall out to sleep (Hun)
The boss dive deep
Better ask around 'bout me (Bout me)
I keep them girls sprung
They say they can't live without me
I got that bloom blap
Blap pap-that, pitty pat, pimpin' that idi-at
Slap that back, that baby gon'
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Hangin' out the Cadil-liac
Follow that slip, that sauce, that wet
That drip drippin' wet, never slip
I'm elegant
But I can't help that we melt all over shit
Who you rollin' with
I got that blap bloom
That zoom-zoom, wham-wham, swananananana, I
Put it in the air, put it in her life
Fly by like I die-die-die
Frustating, didn't see, know why
Paint pretty wet with the butter in her tie
No lie, we're high, all night
And we don't care, hands in the air
Raised with the shades, squares don't compare
I'm bowlin' dowlie, dowlie
Rollie, rollie, yeah, i'm rollin'
And yeah, you better know it, if you
Don't, then get up on it, aw, ready