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ssuuurrrff's up pt. 1 - oliver francis lyrics

[intro]
(i swag, b*tch, i surf, count this cash, i do work)
(i swag, i surf, that gas)
ayy

[verse 1]
i just came up with my best friend
got some rap money, then went and invested
you do not know who you testin’
i spent like fifty thousand on this necklace
pocket full of dead presidents
i make the way till that motherf*cker christian
ay, yo, ay
(pancakes i love more with my breakfast)
time for a friends, we’ll switch lanes
b*tches be texting, askin’ bout my day
i hit the plug in the house on the way
oli gon’ surf on this beat like a wave
i’m out in polo with beautiful women
i’m splashin’, i’m wavin’ you know i bе swimmin’
i’m at the prada store, know i be spinnin’
thеy ringing me up, that’s a whole lotta digits
say that he gained some, but he ain’t not with it
who talkin’ about sending shots in my fitted?
most never seen half the money we gettin’
vacay in paris, this is how i’m livin’
you wanna rap, but you gotta bounce back
put in some work and go pick up the slack
24*inch rims, yeah, i have hubcaps (skr*skr)
i’m in the benz with my b*tch, real [?]
i’m groovin’ and sh*t, young austin powers
y’all up and [?], give me my flowers
runnin’ and checkin’, i’m smoking on sour, diesel
shakin’ my champagne showers
i went down the ramps, the mirrors and headlights
11 p.m. is my bedtime
i roll up the spliff in my hand, right
and go with the flow
[chorus]
i swag, b*tch, i surf, i count cash, i do work
b*tch, i swag, yeah, i surf, i smoke gas, smoke this purp
ye, i swag, b*tch, i surf, i count cash, i do work
b*tch, i swag, yeah, i surf, i smoke gas, smoke this purp
i swag, b*tch, i surf, count this cash, i do work
i swag, b*tch, i surf, smoke that gas, smoke this purp
i swag, b*tch, i surf, ye, i swag, b*tch, i surf
i swag, b*tch, i surf, ye, i swag, b*tch, i surf, wow

[verse 2]
sound like ashton kutcher with the swag
vintage flanders with the [?] cap
i’ma ride the wave until it cap
i’ma f*ck a b*tch and count a stack
i’m so wavy, i be swimmin’ less
got me geekin’ when i hit the gas
i just shippin’ and i hit the gas
if you see me, homie, i be throwin’ stacks
that head b*tch look like lindsay lohan
i’m finna go suss like a gohan
in july with a moncler coat on
that gelato, that’s all that i smoke on, yeah
s*500 pulled up in a porsche (skr*skr)
chromed out grill in the pink and the orange
five*star meal and we on the fourth course
check on this b*tch, shawty waxin’ my board
i’m geeked up, sb dunks, hopped up with a squad in the benz truck
bro boy need to go get your bands up
at the show everybody got their hands up
aahj sellin’ the show, gettin’ paid up
you know that the gang got the cake up
in the same city, you know i’m on my day ones
gettin’ money, eatin’ real sauce, a.1
still goin’ in and i really still love it
y’all cannot smoke on the sh*t that we puffin’
take 50 grand, i’ma go head and double it
champagne in a glass and it’s bubblin’
shout to the fans of the state hood with me
stayin’ around, you pull up in a bentley
inhale deep, just let the weed hit you
head up, holler the bullsh*t, miss you
[chorus]
i swag, b*tch, i surf, i count cash, i do work
b*tch, i swag, yeah, i surf, i smoke gas, smoke this purp
ye, i swag, b*tch, i surf, i count cash, i do work
b*tch, i swag, yeah, i surf, i smoke gas, smoke this purp
i swag, b*tch, i surf, count this cash, i do work
i swag, b*tch, i surf, smoke that gas, smoke this purp
i swag, b*tch, i surf, ye, i swag, b*tch, i surf
i swag, b*tch, i surf, ye, i swag, b*tch, i surf, wow

- oliver francis lyrics

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