Summrs - Swing Ya Pole lyrics
Summrs [Deante Adam Johnson] Lafayette, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Summrs - Swing Ya Pole lyrics]
Free Doody (One and Only)
Get richer every year (Venexxi)
Bird business, BB (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
GG (Paulo) , yeah
Hahaha, yeah (Mingo)
Uh huh, uh huh
Swing your fuckin' pole, nigga
Act like you wanna do somethin'
She ride on the dick like a pole, nigga
Beat on that bitch like a cucumber
These hoes ain't gettin' my new number
(Uh, huh)
In the fast GLE-ski
Pushin' it with my Dior Runners
Yeah, I'm up three hundred ball
I want a new hundred ball
I want a big double R, no
I don't pop handlebars
No, I don't recycle bars
I got a lot in my catalog
I'm tryna put a new car, hah
In my motherfuckin' garage
(Huh)
Yeah, shoutout lil' Sosa, bitch
That be my twin
(Yeah yeah, my twin)
Call up lil' Jay to come smoosh his ass
He gon' hit him then he spinnin' again
Oh, I did it again, bitch, all for the win
(Fah-fah, uh huh)
Yeah, we committin' sins, double CC the lens
(Committin' sins, CC the lens)
Diamonds, you see through the tint
Even at five percent
Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm going in
Can't let up on these niggas ever again
(Yeah)
No, huh, never again, my nigga
Don't call me your twin
(Again, twin)
Just 'cause we fucked the same bitch
Our money not the same length
(Uh huh, oh)
They tryna knock me off
At least that's what I heard
Don't get your face took off, lil' pussy
You know I fly with the birds
Tell me how much for the syrup?
Tell me how much for the
(Brrt, brrt)
Getting high 'til I leave Earth, put that
Big body on the fuckin' curb
Nigga
(Yeah, phew)
Tell me what's the fuckin' word, nigga
(Yeah, huh?)
Tell me what's the fuckin' word, pussy
Tell me what's the fuckin' word, bitch
You heard?
(Huh?)
Tell me what's the fuckin' word, nigga
(Haha)
Heard that boy got shit bagged
(Boom, pow, ha)
They hit him all up in his stomach (Ah)
When I wake up in the mornin'
Think about the money
(Money)
Yeah, ha, wake up, think about the hundreds
Swing your fuckin' pole, nigga
Act like you wanna do somethin'
She ride on the dick like a pole, nigga
Beat on that bitch like a cucumber
These hoes ain't gettin' my new number
In the fast GLE-ski
Pushin' it with my Dior Runners
Yeah, I'm up three hundred ball
I want a new hundred ball
I want a big double R, no
I don't pop handlebars
(Big double R)
No, I don't recycle bars
I got a lot in my catalog
(Recycle bars)
I'm tryna put a new car, hah
In my motherfuckin' garage
Get richer every year (Venexxi)
Bird business, BB (Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
GG (Paulo) , yeah
Hahaha, yeah (Mingo)
Uh huh, uh huh
Swing your fuckin' pole, nigga
Act like you wanna do somethin'
She ride on the dick like a pole, nigga
Beat on that bitch like a cucumber
These hoes ain't gettin' my new number
(Uh, huh)
In the fast GLE-ski
Pushin' it with my Dior Runners
Yeah, I'm up three hundred ball
I want a new hundred ball
I want a big double R, no
I don't pop handlebars
No, I don't recycle bars
I got a lot in my catalog
I'm tryna put a new car, hah
In my motherfuckin' garage
(Huh)
Yeah, shoutout lil' Sosa, bitch
That be my twin
(Yeah yeah, my twin)
Call up lil' Jay to come smoosh his ass
He gon' hit him then he spinnin' again
Oh, I did it again, bitch, all for the win
(Fah-fah, uh huh)
Yeah, we committin' sins, double CC the lens
(Committin' sins, CC the lens)
Diamonds, you see through the tint
Even at five percent
Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm going in
Can't let up on these niggas ever again
(Yeah)
No, huh, never again, my nigga
Don't call me your twin
(Again, twin)
Just 'cause we fucked the same bitch
Our money not the same length
(Uh huh, oh)
They tryna knock me off
At least that's what I heard
Don't get your face took off, lil' pussy
You know I fly with the birds
Tell me how much for the syrup?
Tell me how much for the
(Brrt, brrt)
Getting high 'til I leave Earth, put that
Big body on the fuckin' curb
Nigga
(Yeah, phew)
Tell me what's the fuckin' word, nigga
(Yeah, huh?)
Tell me what's the fuckin' word, pussy
Tell me what's the fuckin' word, bitch
You heard?
(Huh?)
Tell me what's the fuckin' word, nigga
(Haha)
Heard that boy got shit bagged
(Boom, pow, ha)
They hit him all up in his stomach (Ah)
When I wake up in the mornin'
Think about the money
(Money)
Yeah, ha, wake up, think about the hundreds
Swing your fuckin' pole, nigga
Act like you wanna do somethin'
She ride on the dick like a pole, nigga
Beat on that bitch like a cucumber
These hoes ain't gettin' my new number
In the fast GLE-ski
Pushin' it with my Dior Runners
Yeah, I'm up three hundred ball
I want a new hundred ball
I want a big double R, no
I don't pop handlebars
(Big double R)
No, I don't recycle bars
I got a lot in my catalog
(Recycle bars)
I'm tryna put a new car, hah
In my motherfuckin' garage