Leonard - 27th & Clement

I need the swisher and the liquor for a kick it a minute
Need the swisher and the liquor for I kick it a minute
I need the swisher and the liquor for I kick it a minute
Finna take it back home, to the city we in it
I need the swisher and the liquor for a kick it a minute
Need the swisher and the liquor for I kick it a minute
I need the swisher and the liquor for I kick it a minute
Finna take it back, home, yah

One, two, one
Mic check
I hit em with the vibes, seem em breakin they neck
So come through, I hear the ding dong door
They heard about me now, all I hear is we want more
So imma take em on a trip, lock it up, bip city
Never heard of a life, that was pretty, so it's litty
Of a million breathes, I could only choose one
I'm prayin for the parents that they keepin they son
They see me lurkin when I'm crusin in the Avalon
Legendary white dude, like the Mavs had won
And I ain't never been the dude to sing the saddest song
But imma always keep it real whatever tag I'm on
Pressed up, butter cup (Aye)
We gon fuck it up (Aye)
See you at the rec, bet you we gon run it up (Aye)
I check, who's next
I stare and I flex
I don't have no time to kick it why you wastin your texts
Cuz If you miss me you can catch me wit a Gordo burrito
Or maybe chillin at the crib it just be my and the people
But if you comin empty handed better figure it out
I need a twenty and a gram or bitch we dippin it out

I need the swisher and the liquor for a kick it a minute
Need the swisher and the liquor for I kick it a minute
I need the swisher and the liquor for I kick it a minute
Finna take it back, home, yah

In the, city
Man my lady lookin pretty
I'm going back to Cali but it's really no biggie
Put a fifty on the board, like I play for the dubs
Homie layin on the floor, guess it must be the drugs
Ya boy stay, hella comfy, but I'm ditchin the uggs
And you be trippin bout the past, I ain't holdin a grudge
I'm a man, you a boy, you can kick it in your lane tho
Name's not Simon but you do it if I say so
I'm bae tho Leonard always look fine
My season salt and pepper like I fuck wit jook time
Listen shout out tiger liquors for the chips and the drank
I used to kick it wit my Granny, always makin me thank
And so I'm givin her thanks, but imma start it wit me
We need some real fuckin growth, on the family tree
Ain't about it? Well you can take that shit that way
I'm on my grown shit bitch, rest in peace Mac Dre
This song is love for the bay, you wouldn't get it I swear
See you not fuckin wit me, and bitch you wish that I care
I blow the smoke that's in the air you call me Smokey the bear
I got a bag that's full of heat but if you dyin to share (Match)

I need the swisher and the liquor for a kick it a minute
Need the swisher and the liquor for I kick it a minute
I need the swisher and the liquor for I kick it a minute
Finna take it back, home, yah

I need the swisher
I need the liquor
So come in quicker
We gettin' litter

I need the swisher and the liquor for a kick it a minute
Need the swisher and the liquor for I kick it a minute
I need the swisher and the liquor for I kick it a minute
Finna take it back home, to the city we in it

Written by:
Elijah Juri

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