收聽Trouble的Ridin, Swervin (Explicit)歌詞歌曲

Ridin, Swervin (Explicit)

Trouble, T.I.2012年6月22日

Ridin, Swervin (Explicit) 歌詞

 

 

I say I'm ridin, I'm swervin

Barely missing the curb

I got this bad b**ch and she twerkin

Hit the parking lot and we murk this sh*t

On purpose, on purpose

We hit the club and we hurtin them folks

On purpose, on purpose

You can save the hate it ain't workin

Say I'm ridin, I'm swervin

Barely missing the curve

I got this bad b**ch and she twerkin

Hit the parking lot and we murk this sh*t

On purpose, on purpose

Don't try me dawg we'll f**k you up

On purpose, on purpose

Automatic K and its squirtin' (Bow!)

I'm double cup in my lean, swisher sweet in my fruity

Got 20 plus in my jeans, make them stipper b**ch get to it

Got 6s in my burban, im riding high and im swervin bruh

My kush hard in my back seat with a black freak and he twerkin her

Hard in the paint like Josh Smith, do not slip, I bang mine

I'm zone one bankhead shawty, I'm west side no gang signs

Pimp squad, grand hustle man, steady duckin' them suckers man

This trouble man ridin' with trouble man, them mutherf**kas in trouble man

I'm rubberband in my banks like it got thigh pads in my Levis

Naw shawty no Levis, these Strivers Row, we ballin ho

Quarter mil in the bag brought it all to blow

On 24, we surfin

Rep Atlanta sh*t no accident we immaculate on purpose

I say I'm ridin, I'm swervin

Barely missing the curb

I got this bad b**ch and she twerkin

Hit the parking lot and we murk this sh*t

On purpose, on purpose

We hit the club and we hurtin them folks

On purpose, on purpose

You can save the hate it ain't workin

 

Uh huh, uh huh, yeaaahh

I murk a ni**a on purpose (Bow! Bow!) flatline

For the real A to take back over the game, it's that time

Shawty poppin' a** fat, so I'm feelin' like she worth it

This cash I'm finna be servin', feelin' like she doin' it on purpose

Just swervin' just tryna get to her (whoo!), vicious, 36-34-36, ridiculous

Jazzy phizzle my nizzle I'm iller than illa b**ch ya, a bad b**ch poppin' a** like a stripper

And I'm the tipper

Aye Tip, I just f**ked her and her sister, on purpose

To the world they some good girls, but I know behind the curtains

They gon get down and dirty, on a camera while I slam her

Goddamn I love Atlanta, chop a pistol, grip a hammer

 

Oh yeah, oh yeah, aye look, aye look, aye look

Pullin' up, they like how the f**k, he got 6's on his sports car

Bad b**ch wit some big tits we got all the d**e in her sport bra

After I hit the curb I gotta slow leap, see she was suckin' me slowly

These black tint got me number 3 on that Urban Legend you don't know me

My ferrari a** I'm horsin', I hit the gas she moisten

Them lame ho be like nuh-uh, this ol' p**sy dick where her voice at

You know everywhere stand by that, you'll never get where that Glock at

Myself man for the fortune ho, same thing for that outfit (yeah)

Look like I'm bout to do a little commercial, when I see them ni**a hatin',

I'mma play that sh*t in worser (yeah)

Big boy wit coach, that be a couple bands a pop (uh huh)

They wanna see me but them photos had me top ho

I say I'm ridin, I'm swervin

Barely missing the curb

I got this bad b**ch and she twerkin

Hit the parking lot and we murk this sh*t

On purpose, on purpose

We hit the club and we hurtin them folks

On purpose, on purpose

 

You can save the hate it ain't workin