King Chip, DOM KENNEDY, cARTer (Rap), Pac Div - Don’t Forget the Swishers lyrics
King Chip [Charles Jawanzaa Worth] Cleveland, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
[King Chip, DOM KENNEDY, cARTer Rap, Pac Div - Don’t Forget the Swishers lyrics]
We gon' have a good time away from the drama
So leave your bullshit at the door
We just chillin with the homies
Girls coming over
They ask what we want from the store
If you could grab me some swishers
Some cups and some liquor
And tell your home girls
Don't bring no niggas, we good
Let's have some time as we should
But don't forget the swishers
In real life my rap name got charisma to it
I figure, damn
I might aswell do something bigger to it
I don't want no famous features
Let my niggas do it
Sometimes I just think to myself like
How Big would do it
My old bitches keeping tabs on
Every move I make
And she gon' say I ain't shit
No matter who I date
And them niggas she around now
Is excatly who I ain't
While all the girls is in my ear like
(Dom do your thing)
I smoke with bad chicks with fake
Tit's keep that on the DL
All hugged up on me bitch
You ain't my female
Where your girls at? not
For my pawtnas though
I'm trying to fuck em too
Just being honest hoe
Your girl over here misbehaving
Delete the iChats, can't leave no traces
When this girls come
Throw out some tray shit like the basics
I told her bring some chick-fil-a
She got a nigga waiting
Private location, kush in rotation
Playing playstation, fresh on my vacation
I like em brown, yellow
Puerto rican or caucasian
As long as they thick
Small waist and low maintenance
Gold digging hoes, who receive no payment
Not now, not ever, not even on ocassion
Like 5 or 6 chicks in my living room wasted
Smoking blunt after blunt
Boy I can't wait to taste it
Somebody knocking at my door with
A heavy ass hands
It's my home girl showing up
With her heavy ass friend
I'm like, damn, why you bring her here
She always wanna trip with her chubby ass
How she eat the salsa with no chips
We gotta make another store run
She costed me a grip
Anyway dude I'm after her
Let me holler at these chicks
Another hour passes, shit
One of these hoes I gotta hit
Plus we be smoking back to back and
Yeah that Rossi got me tip
Cold chilling, sipping some of the finest
Out the corner store
Maybe we could get these pretty girls
And get down on the low
Kush is present, but them shells is absent
How we gonna smoke?
Sometimes rolling papers but them shit
Be going out you know
I'm trying to go straight to
Cloud 19 with no layovers, no hangovers
Two range rovers parked outside
When the come over
And they old enough to know we are cold
We are grown and I hope you brought them
Shells like motherfucking toe
I been waiting all day, yeah I miss you
I wanna spend time
But first I'm getting lit up
Split em, barely lick em, Imma let you roll
Got a fat dub sack, tryna get off in my zone
Take a couple to the dome
The big tree monster player Al Green
Feel like I'm at the concert
Let me make your mind work
Gon make that run for me
Don't forget the swishers
Take a couple bucks from me
Yeah, she knows she got weak spot for me
That's why she grab the swishers
From weed shop for me
My feisty little chick who like
The E's drop on me
If this was New York, she be my reebok shorty
She got the 40s, the swishers, the optimos
And she brought some home girls
Now it's time to rock'n'roll
Eyes low, smoking on some tropico
Man all this toking got me floating
Now I'm open like an envelope
So leave your bullshit at the door
We just chillin with the homies
Girls coming over
They ask what we want from the store
If you could grab me some swishers
Some cups and some liquor
And tell your home girls
Don't bring no niggas, we good
Let's have some time as we should
But don't forget the swishers
In real life my rap name got charisma to it
I figure, damn
I might aswell do something bigger to it
I don't want no famous features
Let my niggas do it
Sometimes I just think to myself like
How Big would do it
My old bitches keeping tabs on
Every move I make
And she gon' say I ain't shit
No matter who I date
And them niggas she around now
Is excatly who I ain't
While all the girls is in my ear like
(Dom do your thing)
I smoke with bad chicks with fake
Tit's keep that on the DL
All hugged up on me bitch
You ain't my female
Where your girls at? not
For my pawtnas though
I'm trying to fuck em too
Just being honest hoe
Your girl over here misbehaving
Delete the iChats, can't leave no traces
When this girls come
Throw out some tray shit like the basics
I told her bring some chick-fil-a
She got a nigga waiting
Private location, kush in rotation
Playing playstation, fresh on my vacation
I like em brown, yellow
Puerto rican or caucasian
As long as they thick
Small waist and low maintenance
Gold digging hoes, who receive no payment
Not now, not ever, not even on ocassion
Like 5 or 6 chicks in my living room wasted
Smoking blunt after blunt
Boy I can't wait to taste it
Somebody knocking at my door with
A heavy ass hands
It's my home girl showing up
With her heavy ass friend
I'm like, damn, why you bring her here
She always wanna trip with her chubby ass
How she eat the salsa with no chips
We gotta make another store run
She costed me a grip
Anyway dude I'm after her
Let me holler at these chicks
Another hour passes, shit
One of these hoes I gotta hit
Plus we be smoking back to back and
Yeah that Rossi got me tip
Cold chilling, sipping some of the finest
Out the corner store
Maybe we could get these pretty girls
And get down on the low
Kush is present, but them shells is absent
How we gonna smoke?
Sometimes rolling papers but them shit
Be going out you know
I'm trying to go straight to
Cloud 19 with no layovers, no hangovers
Two range rovers parked outside
When the come over
And they old enough to know we are cold
We are grown and I hope you brought them
Shells like motherfucking toe
I been waiting all day, yeah I miss you
I wanna spend time
But first I'm getting lit up
Split em, barely lick em, Imma let you roll
Got a fat dub sack, tryna get off in my zone
Take a couple to the dome
The big tree monster player Al Green
Feel like I'm at the concert
Let me make your mind work
Gon make that run for me
Don't forget the swishers
Take a couple bucks from me
Yeah, she knows she got weak spot for me
That's why she grab the swishers
From weed shop for me
My feisty little chick who like
The E's drop on me
If this was New York, she be my reebok shorty
She got the 40s, the swishers, the optimos
And she brought some home girls
Now it's time to rock'n'roll
Eyes low, smoking on some tropico
Man all this toking got me floating
Now I'm open like an envelope