Swing Ya Pole Lyrics – Summrs
Free Doody (One and Only)
Get richer every year (Venexxi)
Bird business, BB (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
GG (Paulo), yeah
Hahaha, yeah (Mingo)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Swing your ***’ pole, ***
Act like you wanna do somethin’
She ride on the *** like a pole, ***
Beat on that *** like a cucumber
These hoes ain’t gettin’ my new number (Uh-huh)
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, hah, in my motherfuckin’ garage (Huh)
Yeah, shoutout lil’ Sosa, ***, that be my twin (Yeah-yeah, my twin)
Call up lil’ Jay to come smoosh his ass
He gon’ hit him then he spinnin’ again
Oh, I did it again, ***, all for the win (Fah-fah, uh-huh)
Yeah, we committin’ sins, double CC the lens (Committin’ sins, CC the lens)
Diamonds, you see through the tint, even at five percent
Yeah, lil’ ***, I’m going in, can’t let up on these niggas ever again (Yeah)
No, huh, never again, my ***, don’t call me your twin (Again, twin)
Just ’cause we *** the same ***, our money not the same length (Uh-huh, oh)
They tryna knock me off, at least that’s what I heard
Don’t get your face took off, lil’ ***, you know I fly with the birds
Tell me how much for the syrup? Tell me how much for the— (Brrt, brrt)
Getting *** ’til I leave Earth, put that big body on the ***’ curb, *** (Yeah, phew)
Tell me what’s the ***’ word, *** (Yeah, huh?)
Tell me what’s the ***’ word, ***
Tell me what’s the ***’ word, ***, you heard? (Huh?)
Tell me what’s the ***’ word, *** (Haha)
Heard that boy got *** 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
Swing your ***’ pole, ***
Act like you wanna do somethin’
She ride on the *** like a pole, ***
Beat on that *** like a cucumber
These hoes ain’t gettin’ my new number
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, hah, in my motherfuckin’ garage