Sw3rv - Big Dawg (feat. Purplo)

Ahh, Skrr
(You know what the fuck goin on)
They want this shit foreal tho Ight
(You know how the fuck I'm coming )
Bag bitch on my banana on camera
Baby mama mad nigga I don't give a fuck
One cash app she calling me daddy
You know I don't talk if it aint about the bucks
Niggas be crabbin no shucks fat and fine
Niggas need a tune up Antares medolyne
Niggas swear its white money like Amanda Bynes
Im a big dog nigga don't cross the line (Ahh, Ahh)
Lil boy nigga you pardon your manners
Under my feet like sandals
Shout out my niggas still trappin Candler
Yea im havin movies Adam Sandler
All my jewelry lit like a candle
Smoke insane it's Tropicana
Mixing the tron with Tropicana (Ahh)
Alex Mcqueen a king a don
Phillip Plein beads on now
Real blood bottoms no sierra leone
Really hold the trophy I'm composing Beethoven
I got off my ass and got me some money
We get them bags they coming by hunnid
Really big ballin I aint got no jumper
Step in the paint in her mouth I be dunking
Ooouuu bitch I be geeked out my limbs
Sw3rvbdatruth I be him
I am not one of them
Cuz I still got that love in my city
Put on my love and my brother them
I get that work out like gym
For the right number I let them go
Bag bitch on my banana on camera
Baby mama mad nigga I don't give a fuck
One cash app she calling me daddy
You know I don't talk if it aint about the bucks
Niggas be crabbin no shucks fat and fine
Niggas need a tune up Antares medolyne
Niggas swear its white money like Amanda Bynes
Im a big dog nigga don't cross the line (Ahhh, Ahhh)
Lil boy nigga you pardon your manners
Under my feet like sandals
Shout out my niggas still trappin Candler
Yea im havin movies Adam Sandler
All my jewelry lit like a candle
Smoke insane it's Tropicana
Mixing the tron with Tropicana (Ahhh)
Bitch I'm high not on earth
Put you hoe on a erc
She not working my nerve
Just want dick in her skirt
Project baby im watching for everything bad
Im not going no where on the first and third
She fuck me real good she plugged in outta percs
But my ankle standing in the trap and it hurts
Stomping them franklins Kirk
I'm calculating like a nerd
Lil Purplo the shit like a turd
It's damn near magic
How I flip on the switch and cause static
I aint reading no manual automatic
Bitch I jump in the streets and get back to wrapping
They know me when I'm there superstar status
Fucking twins on the low you know family matters (Ahh)
This the vibe that they really want
Caught cousin on the cam with yo hoe
Bag bitch on my banana on camera
Baby mama mad nigga I don't give a fuck
One cash app she calling me daddy
You know I don't talk if it aint about the bucks
Niggas be crabbin no shucks fat and fine
Niggas need a tune up Antares medolyne
Niggas swear its white money like Amanda Bynes
Im a big dog nigga don't cross the line (Ahh, Ahh)
Lil boy nigga you pardon your manners
Under my feet like sandals
Shout out my niggas still trappin Candler
Yea im havin movies Adam Sandler
All my jewelry lit like a candle
Smoke insane it's Tropicana
Mixing the tron with Tropicana (Ahh)

Written by:
Jeremy Leggett

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