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Trae - "Swang Remix"
Lyrics to Swang Remix : (feat. Pokey, Pimp C, Slim Thug, Jim Jones) [Fat Pat:] Love it mayne - love it mayne Love it mayne - love it mayne Love it mayne - love it mayne Love it mayne - love it mayne [Talking: Trae] Yeah this the remix [Chorus: Fat Pat] Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup [Verse 1: Big Pokey] These bitches wanna see a nigga roll five - fifty flossin, leave the tag for the toe ice cold AC, butter scotch guts hard top Benz with the roof popped up every tooth rocked up, nigga swangin with the glock nine sixty duece cocked up, bangin at the stop sign and Im a pass, not my nigga H.A.W.K dogg - Im a miss everytime I think about him when Im drivin, Im a just (Im a just) [Verse 2: Pimp C] Im a Screwed Up Affliated, strictly rollin red everytime we hit the parking lot, we turn heads Ive been watched by parole - task forcin by the feds cause they know I got em for ten and they know the game aint dead its too late Im deep up in it, aint nothin about me scary chiefin in the club, tryna find me somethin hairy pimpin at the bar - smokin on a stoggy since I came home from the Pen seems like everybody knows me [Verse 3: Slim Thug] Slim Thugga, motherfucker! The trunk bang with the belts, while I swang to the left pop my trunk and yup, yup, yup chrome spokes when I step down the ave in the slab (huh) pull up to the wash, give the Cadillac a bath my car lookin mirror, peanut butter interior poppin trunks, surround they cant sound no clearer they like damn, he here that boy Thugga shut em down them Blue Boys shininall over H - Town [Verse 4: Jim Jones] I gotta shout my niggas in Houston (aye Trae - what up) they ride old school, and they system in screwin (aye Bun B) Im from New York so in my city we cruisin (Eastside) them 06 whips with the glittery jewels - in (Mazaratis) I dont go in the club till I get all my goons in (not at all) them bouncers dont frisk so we get all our tools in (keep the gats) and yeah we cop the bottles, get the bitches to groovin (shake it ma) and wont you tell the DJ, its a Dipset intrusion [Chorus: Fat Pat] Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup [Verse 5: Mike Jones] Im the king, Im the mayor of the city - got the game locked down I roll twelve cars, one with my top down I be swangin in that candy, they dont understand me got my slab complete, watch me pull up on this brandy Im swangin in this slab with the peanut butter guts if she hop inside my ride then the bitch know she gonfuck I aint playin with no skeezer, the hoe know I dont need her I pull out my Visa to tease her, not please her they see the diamonds shinin - hand on the wood wheel even though I sold a mill, streets got me hood still [Verse 6: Trae] I still swang to the left, 84s sittin under Tha Truth and these haters watchin my moves, from the way I butterflyed the Coupe Im black over alligator so niggas know that I got it trunk lift up at the light but my droppa remainin squated still bangin my Screw, doin my thing see the sun been out on me, but they swear I been in the rain my swangas poke out so wide like Im ridin in double lanes Texan wide wheels lookin like they never stoppin mayne - Im a... [Chorus: Fat Pat] Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup Swang, Swang and I swang, and I swang to the left pop - pop my trunk, and yup, yup, yup [Verse 7: H.A.W.K.] Im a swang, and I swang, and I swang to the left pop my trunk for Fat Pats death I would give my last breath if I could bring you back bring Screw back, matter of fact bring the whole crew back only God can do that so Im a leave it alone movin alone, groovin to this soothin song Im cruisin along, wishin Cory Blunt was home [Verse 8: Bun B] Well Im a swang, Im a swang, Im a swang to the right Im comin down candy on swangas - its super tight when I pull up at the light, at a quarter to midnight you pull up right - scared to death, gotta call in the life flight UGK is back on the slab and turnin the wheel once again the Bun and the Pimp, the return of the trill you can love to hate us, or hate to love us - it aint a thing to them Underground Kingz, we still gonswang [Verse 9: Paul Wall] I put the H up in the air for that A dub K that fifth wheel, bow down and pray Im brandy wine over gray Im swangin with Trae, sprayed by my home boy Ed that third coast custom paint job, got me lookin ready that Swisha House around my neck - Johhny Dang on my wrist trunk bang like ABN with wood grain on my fist Cadillac by David Taylor with retractable roof swangin and bangin on that Screw and throwin boys that duece, Its Paul Wall... [Fat Pat:] Love it mayne - love it mayne Love it mayne - love it mayne Love it mayne - love it mayne Love it mayne - love it mayne [ Swang Remix Lyrics ]
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