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summrs - swing ya pole lyrics
[intro]
free doody (one and only)
get richer every year (venexxi)
bird business, bb (yeah_yeah_yeah_yeah)
gg (paulo), yeah
hahaha, yeah (mingo)
uh_huh, uh_huh
[chorus]
swing your f_ckin’ pole, n_gga
act like you wanna do somethin’
she ride on the d_ck like a pole, n_gga
beat on that b_tch like a cucumber
these hoes ain’t gettin’ my new number (uh_huh)
in the fast gle_ski, pushin’ it with my dior runners
yeah, i’m up three hundred_ball, i want a new hundred_ball
i want a big double r, no, i don’t pop handlebars
no, i don’t recycle bars, i got a lot in my catalog
i’m tryna put a nеw car, hah, in my motherf_ckin’ garage (huh)
[verse]
yeah, shoutout lil’ sosa, b_tch, that bе my twin (yeah_yeah, my twin)
call up lil’ jay to come smoosh his ass
he gon’ hit him then he spinnin’ again
oh, i did it again, b_tch, all for the win (fah_fah, uh_huh)
yeah, we committin’ sins, double cc the lens (committin’ sins, cc the lens)
diamonds, you see through the tint, even at five percent
yeah, lil’ b_tch, i’m going in, can’t let up on these n_ggas ever again (yeah)
no, huh, never again, my n_gga, don’t call me your twin (again, twin)
just ’cause we f_cked the same b_tch, our money not the same length (uh_huh, oh)
they tryna knock me off, at least that’s what i heard
don’t get your face took off, lil’ p_ssy, you know i fly with the birds
tell me how much for the syrup? tell me how much for the— (brrt, brrt)
getting high ’til i leave earth, put that big body on the f_ckin’ curb, n_gga (yeah, phew)
tell me what’s the f_ckin’ word, n_gga (yeah, huh?)
tell me what’s the f_ckin’ word, p_ssy
tell me what’s the f_ckin’ word, b_tch, you heard? (huh?)
tell me what’s the f_ckin’ word, n_gga (haha)
heard that boy got sh_t bagged (boom, pow, ha)
they hit him all up in his stomach (ah!)
when i wake up in the mornin’, think about the money (money)
yeah, ha, wake up, think about the hundreds
[chorus]
swing your f_ckin’ pole, n_gga
act like you wanna do somethin’
she ride on the d_ck like a pole, n_gga
beat on that b_tch like a cucumber
these hoes ain’t gettin’ my new number
in the fast gle_ski, pushin’ it with my dior runners
yeah, i’m up three hundred_ball, i want a new hundred_ball
i want a big double r, no, i don’t pop handlebars (big double r)
no, i don’t recycle bars, i got a lot in my catalog (recycle bars)
i’m tryna put a new car, hah, in my motherf_ckin’ garage
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