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steve kur - swapa lyrics

[chorus]
(yeah)
hop in that (ha) h*llcat (h*llcat)
rackades (racks), double that (yeah)
’bout five hundred for the shirt (big racks)
i don’t even care about her (facts)
make her look bad, go to work (yeah)
pop out, my money gon’ twerk (yeah)
cool 10k for the verse (gang)
sike, nah, b*tch, i ain’t doin’ no verse (yeah)
all on my page they lurk (yeah)
i was locked in, tryna get me a birkin (yeah)
gimme that, gimme that (ha)
gimme that (b*tch), gimme that bag
off that drink, n*gga finna relapse (n*gga finna rela—)
i’m in the h and i’m tryna get high (yеah)
i’m feeling low and i don’t get tired
how in the f*ck i’m geekеd up now? (yeesh)
put him on the frontline, what he ’bout? (yeesh)
told a b*tch, “slime,” like, what he ’bout? (yeesh)
she on the hotline, straight to my house (yeah)
deep in the bed, i’m layin’ sh*t down (yeah)
whole lotta white money, feelin’ like steve kerr (yeah)
want my money? n*gga finna get murked
push in that ride (yeesh)
she in the front yellin’, “oh my god” (yeah)
lil’ shawty be quiet (shh)
on the high*speed, can’t waste no time (yeah)
geeked up, i’m fried
three hundred on the dash, i’m pushin’ by
gang say, “d*mn, boy, you lost your motherf*ckin’ mind”
[verse]
woke up with the racks
thanks*thanks to the most high (yeah)
i put h*lla cash on her ass, tell her, “get right”
don’t worry ’bout my bag, n*gga, i’ma take mine
bim’ pushin’ like the flash, goin’ fast all night

[chorus]
(yeah)
hop in that (ha) h*llcat (h*llcat)
rackades (racks), double that (yeah)
’bout five hundred for the shirt (big racks)
i don’t even care about her (facts)
make her look bad, go to work (yeah)
pop out, my money gon’ twerk (yeah)
cool 10k for the verse (gang)
sike, nah, b*tch, i ain’t doin’ no verse (yeah)
all on my page they lurk (yeah)
i was locked in, tryna get me a birkin (yeah)
gimme that, gimme that (ha)
gimme that (b*tch), gimme that bag
off that drink, n*gga finna relapse (n*gga finna rela—)
i’m in the h and i’m tryna get high (yeah)
i’m feeling low and i don’t get tired
how in the f*ck i’m geeked up now? (yeesh)
put him on the frontline, what he ’bout? (yeesh)
told a b*tch, “slime,” like, what he ’bout? (yeesh)
she on the hotline, straight to my house (yeah)
deep in the bed, i’m layin’ sh*t down (yeah)
whole lotta white money, feelin’ like steve kerr (yeah)
want my money? n*gga finna get murked
push in that ride (yeesh)
she in the front yellin’, “oh my god” (yeah)
lil’ shawty be quiet (shh)
on the high*speed, can’t waste no time (yeah)
geeked up, i’m fried (fried)
three hundred on the dash, i’m pushin’ by
gang say, “d*mn, boy, you lost your motherf*ckin’ mind”

- swapa lyrics

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