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parov stelar - chambermaid swing كلمات الأغنية

it’s a midwest thang, y’all and they ain’t got a clue
(they ain’t got a clue)
why my cutl-ss blue
and i got them thangs on that muh’f-cker too
it’s a midwest sw-ng, y’all and they ain’t gotta trip
(they ain’t gotta trip)
while we swing and dip
’cause we do big thangs on the muh’f-ckin’ hip, it’s a midwest thang
ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, what you think we live on a farm? n-gg- be for real
we got benz’s rovers’ and jag’s, hummer’s and deville’s
got a green s cl-ss, ain’t broke the door seal
sh-t ain’t been the same since i signed fo’ reel
this sh-t got ill, when i hit 4 mill
five and countin’, dirty six at will
did seven on the slide, 8 worldwide
i’ll be on my third bentley by the time i’m at 9
i hear ’em cryin’, “you gon’ sell out”, ya d-mn right
i done sold out before and re-comped the same night
straight hopped the next flight, too icey for sunlight
dunkin’ without sprite, yeah you heard me dirty
i’m from the show-me state, show me seven, i’ll show you eight
karats in one bling, heavily starched jeans
representin’ st. louis every time i breathe
in the city, i touch down and i bob and weave, ay
it’s a midwest thang, y’all and they ain’t got a clue
(they ain’t got a clue)
why my cutl-ss blue
and i got them thangs on that muh’f-cker too
it’s a midwest sw-ng, y’all and they ain’t gotta trip
(they ain’t gotta trip)
while we swing and dip
’cause we do big thangs on the muh’f-ckin’ hip, it’s a midwest thang
i sport my beeper on my boots that’s why i be a buzz when i kick
maybe it’s on my lips, it’s chaos when i spit
quarter man, quarter schoolboy, half lunatic
quarter rubber, quarter d-ck, other half in yo’ sh-t
keep a quarter of some sh-t, i’m the pooky of the backyard
all colors and all types like a junkyard
hot young boy with hot young ways
’cause i connect three blunts and be high for three days
you can tell by the way i walk, i ain’t from ’round here
probably couldn’t tell ’cause i ain’t walkin’ nowhere
i got a old-school cutl-ss, with a hole in the air
tv’s everywhere wood grain to stare
i don’t care, h-ll naw i ain’t cuttin’ my hair
to the half in them air force 1’s, give me two pair, ugh
i’m from the lou’ and what i do is a lou’ thang
one rapper, two rings and three chains
nothing but some ole country boys that ride v-12 horses
saddle up and put spurs on my air force’s
back porches made for hide and go seek
we got sp-ce out here, we can ride and chief
ain’t gotta worry ’bout n-body approachin’ us
by the time they catchin’ up, we smoked it up
and my eyes be red, my lips a lil’ dark
the lou is more than the rams, cards and lil’ arch
my dirty’s love to spark and love to sparkle
love homies vokal coats with matchin’ car doors
we racin’ down skinker, see how fast our car go
granny be like ay-yi-yi like ricky ricardo
i know you wanna know why we do what we do
you cats ain’t got a clue, why the cutl-ss blue
brand new twenty-two’s on new up’s
with one, two, three, four, five tv’s
it’s a midwest thang, y’all and they ain’t got a clue
(they ain’t got a clue)
why my cutl-ss blue
and i got them thangs on that muh’f-cker too
it’s a midwest sw-ng, y’all and they ain’t gotta trip
(they ain’t gotta trip)
while we swing and dip
’cause we do big thangs on the muh’f-ckin’ hip, it’s a midwest thang
i’m sittin’ on the front porch, writin’ a hood rhyme
waitin’ on my connect to deliver that good line
wish i would find, one seed in my weed
sticks and sh-t if i do somebody bleed
pull right here, eight pounds of chinamen
two stay hittin’ some blunts and heineken
hidin’ in the back with the po’ po’
kicked in my do’do’, man they some ho’ ho’s
they put the gun to my ear, you know the lord don’t fear
nann n-gg-, nann hoe, let’s keep that bullsh-t clear
they had me face down in the skreet
everybody watchin’, thinkin’ i’ma pull the heat
and leave the d-tects with a leak in the skreet
and that p-ssy -ss n-gg- that set me up my peeps
gon’ give it to this n-gg- like nypd
beat the k, f-ck c-ke, now i’m back on my granny porch hustlin’
it’s a midwest thang, y’all and they ain’t got a clue
(they ain’t got a clue)
why my cutl-ss blue
and i got them thangs on that muh’f-cker too
it’s a midwest sw-ng, y’all and they ain’t gotta trip
(they ain’t gotta trip)
while we swing and dip
’cause we do big thangs on the muh’f-ckin’ hip, it’s a midwest thang

- parov stelar

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