Swerve - City Girls

Swerve

City Girls

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Chanel fur, no top (Yeah)

Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah)

Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah)

Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah)

Chanel fur, no top (Yeah)

Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah)

Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah)

Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah)

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve)

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve)

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve)

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve

When I step out, I'm killin' it

My hair, yeah this that Brazilian shit (Yup)

Yung Miami, they feelin' this (Feelin' it)

Raw or robber, I hit a lick

QC record label in this bitch

My Rollie got the whole room lit (Lit)

Cuban link chains all on my jet

I'm lookin' good with your nigga on my wrist

He blow a bag, I blow a kiss (Mwah)

He want some head, I'm 'bout to get rich

I'm goin' all in, I'm givin' 'em hell

I'm rockin' that Gucci and Chanel

Your nigga brought me a YSL

I leave the house, he on my trail

Pussy put him up under a spell

That nigga put me a check in the mail

Tell 'em felt well, gotta stay calm

He got that bank account turned still on

Got texts on my phone, it's gettin' ridiculous

Your man comin' home,

So I'm callin' restricted (Hahaha)

Chanel fur, no top (Yeah)

Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah)

Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah)

Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah)

Chanel fur, no top (Yeah)

Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah)

Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah)

Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah)

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve)

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve)

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve)

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve

Pull up in my Jeep with the doors off (Swerve)

My seats the color of my feet, I'm a show-off (Ha)

Bitch, I'm too hard, I never go soft (Soft)

Pussy put his ass to sleep, that's that doze-off

I-I-I got that ice around my neck, that's a chest cold

Gucci 'round my waist with a Glock and some bank rolls

"JT, who you fuckin'?" Bitch, why? Damn, touch your nose

I did some things last summer, I won't tell a soul (Shh)

Bitch, I'm hood, I'm not bougie

Ass fat in my two-piece

Rocks juicy like Hi-C

Lil' nigga, don't try me

Wanna fuck, ask nicely (Yeah)

But the pussy too pricey (Yeah)

Cop me diamonds, gotta ice me (Yeah)

Yeah I know you wanna wife me (Yeah)

Chanel fur, no top (Yeah)

Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah)

Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah)

Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah)

Chanel fur, no top (Yeah)

Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah)

Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah)

Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah)

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve)

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve)

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve)

Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve

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