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swang real wide - killa kyleon lyrics

[chorus: z-ro]
it ain’t nothing like them 84s, poking out the side
chunk my deuce up to the sky
as i continue to sw-ng real wide (sw-ng real wide)
sw-ng real wide (real real wide)
you know it ain’t nothing like them 84s
poking while we smoking that
coasting working wood wheel motion
as we sw-ng real wide (sw-ng real wide)
sw-ng real wide (real real wide)

[verse 1: k!lla kyleon]
fleetwood caddy on vogues when i pull up
kush, white cup, and you know what that’s full of
pop my trunk, let my jump my hood up
beat up the block like anime bullets
playing wet, [?] turning woodgrain wheel
rolling, rolling naked lady sitting on my grill
b-tter seats on lean like i popped that seal
if a hater try me, then ima pop that steel
coming down, its the h-town lingo
slide through and all the kids holler “bingo”
hand gripping that thing, see the ring glow?
looking for an ese [?]
jewels on me like my last name santana
red paint, white seats, looking like santa
og in my suite, drinking my fanta
getting head from a bop, like a bandana

[verse 2: z-ro]
uh, z-ro the crooked, king of the ghetto
gripping on the steering wheel, baby i won’t let go
it’s wood around it, and i’m sitting on leather
roll them 84s and vogues in any weather
sleet, snow, or rain
to me it ain’t a thang
and my guard a soundking got it back with bang
when i’m in the turning lane, i’m checking the frame
got a clique so muddy, campaigning making it mane
screwed with candy paint, or candy black
when they hit one of my cars, i dismantle that
laidback but people that’s how this mac connect
matter of fact i might catch a backhand attack
and act like i’m a pimp, and you my wh0r-
it feels so good to close lamborghini doors
when i roll far and i miss my drive
the route could be simple but i don’t miss my time
like raindrops, the screens are falling
flip ’em in the trunk, no telling what i’m hauling
screwed up cl!ck, stand up no falling
i lean so hard, they think i’m alcoholic
my flow is sicker than cancer man
i be in magic t-tty messing with dancers man
i like my woman, but i love my wheel
before you get in woman, wipe your heel

[verse 3: k!lla kyleon]
yeah, big wheels looking like a wagon
b-ttons on it looking like a suit
maroon paint looking like an aggie
b-tter seats in my candy coupe
i got no top, decapitated
got the ladies infatuated
they fascinated with the way i roll
but it keep them haters so aggravated
yeah they agitated, so i gotta keep a shotgun
and you know i keep a bad b-tch shotgun
ac keep me cool in the hot sun
get money if you n-ggas ain’t got none
chrome everywhere looking like a harley
sipping my big moe, puffing bob marley
ice so clear like a bottle of bacardi
haters on patrol so i keep that .40
on my waistline, by the louis
gotta love the money, hey biggest do it
roll the credits, my life’s a movie
my pockets thick, it’s just like a coochie
i’m on giovannis, gmgs, 4s, and vogues, the big leds
i’m on houston drink and that la weed
and i’m sitting up high like nosebleeds

- killa kyleon lyrics

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