Baby Bash - Swanananana Lyrkit'te

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Swanananana

Swanananana

(albüm: Bashtown - 2011)

[Mickael]
Cold Chamber

[Chorus:]
[Mickael in background]
[Slim Thug] I'm smoking kush, getting higher than a plane (Swanananana...)
And the Cadillac sitting on the thangs (Swanananana...)
I'm so high, can't control my brain (Swanananana...)
Where everybody keep staring at me, mayne (Swanananana...)
[Rich Rap] I got that bloom blap boom in the trunk (Swanananana...)
I got a superbad babby in the front (Swanananana...)
And every time, they see fly by, I be like (Swanananana...)
Swanananana, na, na (Swanananana...)

[Verse 1: Baby Bash]
I roll around, made higher than gas prices
And I don't even got a valid driver's license
I'm pushing luxury wheels, my pictures looking priceless
My primo Pica and the clika hook me with the paisas
They hang themselves when they see the Suicide doors
I'm in the game, mayne, getting all them high scores
Trunk quaking and it's shaking up my rear view
I'm living barbecue, mayne, you living mildew
I'm a factor, not an actor, coming through in a Hummer tracker
Got them pills and pur-falactic, mayne, that player's making racket
That boy Bash be hustling, he be handling
Catch 'em out in Vegas, pimping, pandering and gambling

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2: Slim Thug]
Thugga flying first class and ain't talking about a plane (Naw)
I'm talking 'bout the sticky icky sack of Mary Jane (Uh)
So gone off the smoke, feel like I'm 'bout to crash (Roll up)
That's what a nigga get for getting high with that Bash
Paint looking splish-splash, Pops got me on they radar
I'm trying to take you home, baby, I don't need to stay far (Let's go)
Roll with the Thug, gon' show her Hogg love
Cause you the baddest bitch I done seen in this club
I ain't looking for no love, I'm looking for a freak (Uh, freak)
Now let me beat it up, til I fall out to sleep (Hun)
The boss dive deep, better ask around 'bout me (Bout me)
I keep them girls sprung, they say they can't live without me

[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 3: Da Stooie Bros.]
[Rich Rap]
I got that bloom blap
Blap-pap-that, pitty-pat, pimping that idi-at
Slap that back, that baby gon' clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Hanging out the Cadil-liac
Follow that slip, that sauce, that wet, that drip
Dripping wet, never slip
I'm elegant, but I can't help that we melt all over shit
Who you rolling with

[Angel Dust]
I got that blap bloom
That zoom-zoom, wham-wham, swananananana, I
Put it in the air, put it in her life, fly by like I die-die-die
Frustating, didn't see, know why
Paint pretty wet with the butter in her tie
No lie, we're high, all night

[Grimm]
And we don't care, hands in the air
Raised with the shades, squares don't compare
I'm bowling dowlie, dowlie, rollie, rollie, yeah, I'm rolling
And yeah, you better know it, if you don't, then get up on it, aw, ready

[Repeat Chorus]

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