文本歌词

Lil Wayne - Swag Surfin
Lyrics by：Dwayne Carter/Michael Gordon, Jr./Alviticus Bryant/Sedarius Spearman/Jared Rice/Keishaun Opatrick Watts/Kevin Michael Erondu
Composed by：Dwayne Carter/Michael Gordon, Jr./Alviticus Bryant/Sedarius Spearman/Jared Rice/Keishaun Opatrick Watts/Kevin Michael Erondu
KE on the Track
No Ceilings
OK
I got this chrome on this Bugatti I'm strong in this Bugatti
Two V8s ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti
B***h I'm bad I'm worse I'll pass the purp
Don't f**k with me 'cause right now I'm higher than Captain Kirk
I swear I be the sickest n***a you can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in a bag I bet I'll snatch her purse
OK I spazz I curse you last I'm first
I'm on your a*s like dirt behind that cash get murked
I'm talking big s**t n***a join my hit list n***a
What's the matter Check your bladder I'm the s**t piss n***a
Shoot the witness n***a hold court in the streets
And convict this n***a ol' d**kless n***a
Man I'm running with the blocka Young Money mothaf**ka
You think we gon' do our thing
Well ain't it sunny in the summer
And we coming for the commas and whoever among us
And you know I'mma bust my a*s until my crew very humongous
I said T.I. hold your head and Mack hold your head
Wish I could but I can't say some other names 'cause of the Feds
And to my Bloods code red man you know how we play it
And if it costs to be the boss oh well I guess I gotta pay
I'm a New Orleans n***a I don't take no s**t
Take the brain off the whip now it don't make no sense
Stunt hard on these b***hes I ain't promised tomorrow
Now women kicking it with me like Nomar Garciaparra
Fuque roll them killer plants the Lil Tune Shop of Horror
And we roll them b***hes thick make 'em look like Tocara
Man I'm too much for these n***as and three much for these h*es
The world is in my hands and I keep my hands closed
I love my baby mommas they get my highest honor
Gotta take care of them kids man I know you heard Obama
And I live on an island Atlantic in my backyard
I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard
Quarterback shotgun you don't get any sack yards
B***h I ball hard breaking all the backboards
Pretty Boy Floyd step up I will crack yours
And even at the White House we pull up at the back doors
Walk around like I'm 30 feet tall
Tiger Woods all these h*es tryna birdy these balls
In the Porsche 911 like emergency calls
Man I just be chilling I'm cool like Lou Rawls
Young Money in the building I'm putting up new walls
N***a take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws
My flow is like rubbing two logs
Young Mula we the new s**t new drawers
Now get off my d**k I ain't f**king with ya
Watch me shoot to the bank I'm a money pistol
Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston
Redbone do me good then her friend assist her
I mean the b***h she never met her best friend or sister
I leave the p***y micro-soft like Windows Vista
Young Tunechi pop that coochie for a goon ho
Bullet in you boy's memory now you act like you don't know
Eastside who I do it for Eagle Street right by the store
Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't f**k with Hollygrove
Lost some real n***as I knew from a long time ago
But heaven or hell I'm hoping that they be where I'mma go
Take a n***a's gal and make her come give me a private show
Still long hair don't care like a Navajo
I'm the hardest s**t go in your a*s and search
I smash this verse and I swag and surf
No ceilings