Swerve Headie One (Ft. NAV & Stefflon Don)
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[Intro]
Rymez (Ha, ha‚ ha)
Yo‚ ADP on this boy
[Verse 1: Stefflon Don]
Don-Don-Don too cold‚ I like clothes, he like zoots, he like Benz
Always on road in the next man's ends
Tryna catch a paigon slippin'‚ just to hit him with a skeng and that's mad
Cah he got a good girl and she badder than bad
Every man wan' beat, but she ain't like that
Face too pretty, but she got a little back
But the nigga ain't ready for a Don like that
Pull up‚ reverse, pull up, reverse, pull up, reverse, back it up
[Verse 2: Headie One]
Pull up, reverse, man, do up the curb
All now when I see X5's, man swerve
I told shawty I don't trap, man rap
But try, know I been a bad boy from birth
She love jewels, she want shoes
That's gonna match that Prada purse
When I was eighteen, I was in the dirt
And now, I get a text from Sandra first
[Chorus: NAV]
Hop in my foreign and I swerve (Skrrt, swerve)
I always wanted to stuff my money, made me worse (Yeah)
Heard you tryna find out what I'm worth (Yeah, ah)
Every time pull out, I make sure that they feelings hurt (Bitch)
I just put a bachelor condo on my wrist, yeah (On my wrist, yeah, ah)
Can't live like this, gotta ride 'round with a stick, yeah (Pew, pew, pew)
Catch me lackin', shoot me in the head, I ain't givin' up shit, yeah (Yeah, ah)
On the road for ten years, mans ain't take no diss, yeah (Yeah)
Rymez (Ha, ha‚ ha)
Yo‚ ADP on this boy
[Verse 1: Stefflon Don]
Don-Don-Don too cold‚ I like clothes, he like zoots, he like Benz
Always on road in the next man's ends
Tryna catch a paigon slippin'‚ just to hit him with a skeng and that's mad
Cah he got a good girl and she badder than bad
Every man wan' beat, but she ain't like that
Face too pretty, but she got a little back
But the nigga ain't ready for a Don like that
Pull up‚ reverse, pull up, reverse, pull up, reverse, back it up
[Verse 2: Headie One]
Pull up, reverse, man, do up the curb
All now when I see X5's, man swerve
I told shawty I don't trap, man rap
But try, know I been a bad boy from birth
She love jewels, she want shoes
That's gonna match that Prada purse
When I was eighteen, I was in the dirt
And now, I get a text from Sandra first
[Chorus: NAV]
Hop in my foreign and I swerve (Skrrt, swerve)
I always wanted to stuff my money, made me worse (Yeah)
Heard you tryna find out what I'm worth (Yeah, ah)
Every time pull out, I make sure that they feelings hurt (Bitch)
I just put a bachelor condo on my wrist, yeah (On my wrist, yeah, ah)
Can't live like this, gotta ride 'round with a stick, yeah (Pew, pew, pew)
Catch me lackin', shoot me in the head, I ain't givin' up shit, yeah (Yeah, ah)
On the road for ten years, mans ain't take no diss, yeah (Yeah)
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