![kalimah.top](https://kalimah.top/extra/logo.png)
mike d - swang down lyrics
[talking]
yo, you done tuned into radio boss hogg corleone
yeah that’s right, miggity mike d and i’m back
yeah 60 days out the penn, putting it on you n-gg-z shoulders
like it go you know i’m saying, my gift to the world
my gift to the world, from the don corleone is to bless you
with all the greatest hits i done been on, you know i’m saying
skeet taste you, for that hoggin da game come out
cause i’m fin to put it in your face, corleone family entertainment
baby, we fin to take over this thang for the 2 triple 0-4 you smell me
[hook x2]
swing down, sweet chariots let me ride
coming down slow, on the d-mn southside
sw-nging on 4’s, slamming on do’s
gripping your hoe, that’s the way it goes
[fat pat]
it’s the big sugar daddy, bailing none other
coming down with blunt, in the red and peanut b-tter
naw i didn’t stutter, popping trunks surround
coming down slow, watch a playa what clown
on the boulevard, yeah my sw-ngas we’ll mob
i’m coming down the boulevard, sw-nging on them hard
me and c.b., got the t.v. on
got my glock in my lap, riding till dawn
man it’s all goody, hit the parking lot
pop trunk red neon, it don’t stop
watching hoes bop, cause we on that gl-ss
c.b. crawling, yeah i got on my mask
with my sacci looks, ready to let my pistol smoke
cause up in the c, and i’m gone off that dope
leaning on the drank, so what you think
i got my hand on my glock, plus i got my shank
[hook x2]
[mike d]
i sw-ng on dots, floss on chops
hit the scene beat it up, like a boiling crock pot
dipping so low, in the jag c-ckpit
got my paws frostbit, with six screens lit
feeling like the sh-t, mobbing on twin z’s
pat in front of the lac, i’m in the j-a-g
sipping a skeet taste, with a cannon on my waste
iceberg to the drawas, putting it all in your face
shocking and body rocking, sw-nging side to side
crawling wide body, with palomino inside
tell i’m a 84 glider, on the block glider
catch me and 3 in the pathfinder, with diamonds that’ll blind you
smoking on sticky, sipping lean in my machine
through the parking lot crawling, hogging d-gg-ng the scene
with my mug on mean, working sixteen
sw-nging on you boys, fulfilling ghetto dreams
[hook x2]
[mr. 3-2]
lumilean to eddies, money over bop hoes
my diablo, and see six zeros
n-gg-z sturn like 84’s, and switch like kids
gotta move around, cause they’ll put it in your ears
still sipping but no beer, check up in my styrofoam
in h-town texas, my home sweet home
the governor and corleone, p-a-t resurrected
vote for mr. 3-2, to be reelected
me mafia connected, with the streets on lock
entertaining my peoples, on the fifty foot yacht
i move a big body out to, bending corners turning heads
from the boulevard mlk, to the blocks of homestead
we flossing and flipping turning, tipping so low
beating the trunk, and dropping the top real slow
letting the world feel it, realest from the gulf coast
we sw-ng down up on the block, body rock with my folks
[hook x2]
[scratching]
كلمات أغنية عشوائية
- fromage 5 - if you like cheese full lyrics
- toby leaman - spooked by the kooks lyrics
- souffrance - au milieu des ombres lyrics
- lost wolves - work in progress (love myself) lyrics
- only gold - svoboda lyrics
- jozeph paul zhang - extreme country (apologet koboi) lyrics
- bloodpuff - сплиф (spleef) lyrics
- ösi bua - i bin da ösi bua lyrics
- leeson bryce - ghost lyrics
- noiz - skandalo lyrics