Izaya Tiji
Swae
[Intro]
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[Chorus]
I don't care if we out in public
My ho so fine in that sundress
I could split 'em down, make it five-six
Way too solid, I could say this
I don't listen to these rappers, cause they stay stressed
If you really grindin', you can pay less
I could see my glocky through these Ray-Ban's
N***as tried to rob me, had to think fast
You could talk that shit, but that's ya faceass
Nobody want to hear it, cause it's straight cap
She runnin' back home like where the bass at? (Bass at)
You know a young n***a can not just stick with that
Cuzzo got that fye, so do not play with that
Been from the West, now you cannot lay with that
"He been with that n***a," I've been saying that
These pussies caught me up in a bear trap

[Verse 1]
Too many shotta's could cause a regime
I don't know why all these n***as wanna get me
You ain't got these problems, you ain't gon' get me
You ain't got no problems, you ain't gon' understand
You ain't got no problems if you ain't touchin' bands sir
Run through these bands and its making my hands hurt
N***a run up, he get put on a fams shirt
None but me and my hoes chilling in a camper
Its getting darker, yeah, I need a lantern
I'm not solid, I had to put a fan first
Ya'll on my ass and its making my head hurt
I understand, but let me just say this first
All this shit I dropped you won't find on paperwork
Its a bigger plan to go and walk a sack of dirt
Brodie spillin' out, yeah we en route, oh yeah
N***a, he died for the clout
[Verse 2]
Yeah, now don't think I'm crazy
I know I look crazy
Hair, nails, done, don't sway me
Bow down, thats my baby
We both know he lame-y
You wit' me today sir, you singing like Swae Lee
I got away for me
I'm off here till Katy
You left me so sober
You know you can't break me
She said "Zae just take me," I'd rather take 'em daily
Show you something you ain't never seen before

[Bridge]
Oh, oh, oh
When she poppin' out the road, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh, oh
No, I can't take no more, oh-oh, oh-oh
Don't care she in my zone, you wanna make it home
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, its my show
Oh, oh, oh, she on a stripper pole
The way she movin' down, now its like she actin' like she slow
And oh, oh, oh, know she won't will call the phone
And as long as I dream it up enough, I could think this shit was real
Woah, don't tell me that you gone, gone, gone
Oh, break down the walls, at the dawn of my lord
[Chorus]
I don't care if we out in public
My ho so fine in that sundress
I could split 'em down, make it five-six
Way too solid, I could say this
I don't listen to these rappers, cause they stay stressed
If you ain't grinding n***a, you can pay less
I could see my Glocky through these Ray-Ban's
N***as tried to rob me, had to think fast
You could talk shit, but that's ya faceass
Nobody want to hear it, cause it's straight cap
She runnin' back home like where the bass at?
You know a young n***a can not just stick with that
Cuzzo got that fye, so do not play with that
Been from the West, now you cannot lay with that
Mm, mm-mm

[Outro]
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Oh, oh, oh-oh
I don't care if we in public
Push me aside, you a dumb bitch
Change in the fye, he a dumb lick
Now he along gettin' dumb rich
Baby come this way, I'm wealthy
Get your stick, yeah, get a bit' healthy
Now I'm losing my mind, can you help me?
Now give me a chance, don't resent me
Now pour it in the box, its like a ten piece
Now get to mixin' that Dr. with that Pepsi