Correction Lyrics Swerve by Curly J

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Palaze, what you cookin?
(Yeah, hey, yeah, hey, ay, huh
I might crash the whip
I pull out?a?hunnid bands
She want?more, no rest
Yeah, I don't even?know my name
Cartier gla**es, ain't know I got a main)

Diamonds on my wrist so you know I gotta flex
Countin' up this money and I'm countin' all these checks
I just copped the holy diamonds on the new Patek
Shawty said she know me but I move on to the next
I'm about my breach, can't love no treash
I remember days I was husslin' in the streets
I remember days I was rappin' for some jeans
Then I started rapping and then nothing was the same
Pull up with a semi and I pull up with the Glock
Run up on a n***a and I'ma shoot him on the socks
No I cannot f**k with opps
No I cannot love no thot
Shawty watch me swerve when I hop in the Benz
She get on my nerves 'cause she know that she a 10
She be off the molly, the percs and the xans
Boiling with the n***as and we runnin' up the bands
Running up the bands
Watch me flex
I'mma pull up with the tec
Pop up with the rollie and the baguettes
Beat your meat up next
And I got the blicky on deck
And we gon' aim it on your neck
Then we gon' aim it at your head

I walk in the party, b*t*h you know that I'm the topic
His b*t*h be staring and be telling us "Stop it"
N***a got mad, oops, dumb n***a lost it
Takin' all quick, I'm hissin' with the rocket
Whoever see me catchin' sh*t, call him, tell him "Lock it"
Too many bands, can't fit them in my pocket
All my fans go crazy when I drop sh*t
All my fans finna turn up in the moshpit
Everything I make they know it's a banger
Too many hoes, can't count on my fingers
Shawty a free lil hoe, she shameless
I know some shooters, them bullets be nameless
All of my n***as they armed and dangerous, yeah
All of my n***as they yelling out gang sh*t, yeah, yeah
I walk in the party, b*t*h you know that I'm the topic
His b*t*h be staring and be telling us "Stop it"
N***a got mad, oops, dumb n***a lost it
Takin' all quick, I'm hissin' with the rocket
Whoever see me catchin' sh*t, call him, tell him "Lock it"
Too many bands, can't fit them in my pocket
All my fans go crazy when I drop sh*t
All my fans finna turn up in the moshpit

All my fans go crazy when I drop sh*t
F**kin' on your b*t*h 'cause she know that I'm the topic
N***a talkin' sh*t, I'ma knock him at the socket
F**kin' with the game, best believe we gon' pop sh*t
B*t*h you was a thot so you know I cannot love you
If you keep talkin' bout this, I'ma f**k around and dub you
Feel like I left them, I just catch it in a run through
Runnin' up the bands, count the money up like 1, 2
I don't even know why these n***as talkin'
Run up on n***as, I see 'em, keep walkin'
Best believe no one will stop me from shining
Just watch the process, you know that I'm grinding
Feel like a choppa 'cause I keep supplying
Feel like Lil Baby 'cause it's Perfect Timing
She say she love me, I know that she lyin'
Once I see pressure, you know I'ma apply
Once I see pressure, you know I'ma apply
Bad lil b*t*h and she ran on my mind
You ain't gang, no you ain't slime
Best believe I'm on my grind

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