Lil Wayne – Swizzy (Remix) Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Swizzy (Remix) Lyrics
Swizzy (Remix)
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    "Swizzy (Remix)." - Lil Wayne

    Album: Da Drought 3
    Track No: 21
    This the remix, baby, yeah
    You already know what it is
    'Cause if you don't, you just don't know nothin'
    Shit, period, stupid
    You know me, I just be chillin' in the Phantom, listenin' to opera
    Gun is my bodyguard, call it Kevin Costner
    Probably won't stop if I get to poppin' them shots
    You **** is sweeter than a box of Red Hots
    Ha
    Fuck around, see a flock of red dots
    Smoke good, eat good
    Only fuck a bitch if her throat good, feet good
    Just bought a Fleetwood
    And I'ma put some D's on that bitch
    Lookin' like I got a diamond disease on my wrist
    Fresh, bunch of little G's on my kicks
    I'm a dog, you're all a bunch of fleas on my dick
    Young Money, Cash Money
    And we gon' get the money even if it kills y'all
    And I'ma ride 'til the motherfuckin' wheels off
    George Gervin, I'ma get my chill on
    I'm cold, yeah, I get my Buffalo Bill on
    Beatin' up your block, yeah, I get my Emmett Till on
    In the new edition, yeah, I get my Johnny Gill on
    Keep a shotgun, yeah, I get my Jayson Will' on
    Fuck it, Swizz, I'm still goin'
    Black entertainment, yeah, I get my Stephen Hill on
    Only to talk models, yeah, I get my Seal on
    Make that chick rock, get my Amil on
    Two girls, let 'em get they pill on
    Let 'em get they feel on, I get my tip drill on
    Hey, now, why you that ice grill on?
    I leave you lookin' like you got a barbecue grill on
    Yeah, we got money to the ceil-on
    Real ****, I get my keep it real on
    And they be lyin' on wax like an earphone
    Weezy Baby, the best from here on
    Swizz, I'm in gear, homes
    They in trouble, we gon' bubble like beer foam
    No homo, let 'em get they queer on
    No commercial, I just take the Lear home
    My girl, she get her Pam Grier on
    She don't touch me, I got cashmere on
    I ball and you just Erick Dampier, dog
    I'm dirty, I get my Bill Laimbeer on
    Haha, Weezy the beast, Swizzy the monster
    And we're gone
    I'm stuffed

    Writer(s): Dwayne Carter.

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