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uni-g - swerve كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
uh, i beat the beat up, pr-nto
beat it like a bongo
all these haters hating
i can’t spot ’em, they’re like waldo
they just chicken roscoe (huh)
excuse me, hold the waffle
let the nine cross over rondo
turn they -ss into a john doe (pow)
i know g’s outside of congo
baking cookies, no milano
messin’ with grams, and i ain’t talkin’ toronto (uh huh)
deboe all them c-notes, and i ain’t talkin’ alphonso (word)
and watch ’em run away, and no, i do not see no models
hit him with da mac, did someone order mcdonalds?
cold chili ak-ma beads, i hit ’em with that combo
she surfboard on my rocket, and i ain’t talking that otto
the call me grey goose (why?)
i got birds all on my bottle
oh no, oh no, call my shorty yoko ono
she dress in designer linen and black and gold kimono
i hit ’em with the swerve, i only ride solo (skrrt)
tell them dodjas keep it kicking, not allowed up in my dojo
uni

[hook]
oh now they wanna eat, tell them haters “no”
oh now they wanna ride, tell them haters “woah”
oh now they think down, hit em with the curve (skrrt)
oh now they think they lit, tell them haters “swerve”
tell them haters swerve
tell them haters swerve
tell them haters swerve
tell them haters swerve
tell them haters swerve
tell them haters swerve
tell them haters swerve
tell them haters swerve

[verse 2]
swerve on ’em no beemer
my steelo be on ether
i’m all ’bout the franklins and i ain’t talkin’ aretha
i wanna see my name in lights, ain’t talkin’ ’bout taina
for the bills they got, nina, you can ask my cousin, skeeter
i know g’s from puerto rica
take your wig off, no madea
we tight like glue, and i ain’t talkin’ queen latifah
they messing with them cookies and i ain’t talkin’ no keebler
i’m tryna have a menage, can someone call onika? (right)
hit em with the sh-lls, did someone order fajitas?
no, you do not get the picture, i ain’t talkin’ mona lisa
no, i do not know you, and i do not have amnesia
i said dust it off and try again, rest in peace aaliyah
got it, got it, got it, got it
i call her gianni versace (why?)
body like medusa and she chop it like hibachi
you messing with the champ louisville slugger
nah, you messing with the god, you not allowed up in this supper
i’m out

- uni g

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