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swing ya pole [sped up] - summrs lyrics

[intro]
(one and only)
free doody
get richer every year (venexxi)
bird business, bb (yeah, yeah)
gg (paulo), yeah
hahaha, ha, yeah (uh*huh, uh*huh)

[chorus]
swing your f*ckin’ pole, n*gga, act like you wanna do somethin’
she ride on the d*ck like a pole, n*gga, eat on that b*tch like a cucumber
these hoes ain’t gettin’ my new number (uh*uh)
in the fast gle*ski, pushin’ it with my dior runners
yeah, i’m up three hundred ball, i want a new hundred ball
i want a big double r, no, i don’t pop handlebars
no, i don’t recycle bars, i got a lot in my catalog
i’m tryna put a new car, ha, in my motherf*ckin’ garagе

[verse]
yeah, shoutout lil’ sosa, b*tch, that be my twin (yeah, yеah, my twin)
call up lil’ jay to come smoosh his ass, if he don’t hit him, then he spinnin’ again
oh, i did it again, b*tch, all for the win (fah*fah, uh*huh)
yeah, we committin’ sins, double cc the lens (we committin’ sins, cc the lens)
diamonds, you see through the tint, even at five percent
yeah, lil’ b*tch, i’m going in, can’t let up on these n*ggas ever again (yeah)
no, huh, never again, my n*gga, don’t call me your twin (again, twin)
just ’cause we f*cked the same b*tch, our money not the same length (uh*huh, oh)
they tryna knock me off, at least that’s what i heard (heard)
don’t get your face took off, lil’ p*ssy, you know i fly with the birds
tell me how much for the syrup? tell me how much for the— (brrt, brrt)
getting high ’til i leave earth, put that big body on the f*ckin’ curb, n*gga (yeah, phew)
tell me what’s the f*ckin’ word, n*gga
yeah, huh? tell me what’s the f*ckin’ word, p*ssy
tell me what’s the f*ckin’ word, b*tch, you heard? huh?
tell me what’s the f*ckin’ word, n*gga, haha
heard that boy got sh*t bagged, boom, pow, ha
they hit him all up in his stomach (ah)
when i wake up in the mornin’, think about the money (money)
yeah, ha, wake up, think about the hundreds
[chorus]
swing your f*ckin’ pole, n*gga, act like you wanna do somethin’
she ride on the d*ck like a pole, n*gga, eat on that b*tch like a cucumber
these hoes ain’t gettin’ my new number (uh*uh)
in the fast gle*ski, pushin’ it with my dior runners
yeah, i’m up three hundred ball, i want a new hundred ball
i want a big double r, no, i don’t pop handlebars (big double r)
no, i don’t recycle bars, i got a lot in my catalog (recycle bars)
i’m tryna put a new car, ha, in my motherf*ckin’ garage

- summrs lyrics

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