City Girls - Swerve lyrics

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City Girls - Swerve lyrics

[Chorus: JT] Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve [Verse 1: Yung Miami] When I step out, I'm k**in' it My hair, yeah this that Brazilian sh** (Yup) Yung Miami, they feelin' this (Feelin' it) Raw or robber, I hit a lick QC record label in this b**h My Rollie got the whole room lit (Lit) Cuban link chains all on my jet I'm lookin' good with your n***a on my wrist He blow a bag, I blow a kiss (Mwah) He want some head, I'm 'bout to get rich I'm goin' all in, I'm givin' 'em hell I'm rockin' that Gucci and Chanel Your n***a brought me a YSL I leave the house, he on my trail p**y put him up under a spell That n***a put me a check in the mail Tell 'em felt well, gotta stay calm He got that bank account turned still on Got texts on my phone, it's gettin' ridiculous Your man comin' home, so I'm callin' restricted (Hahaha) [Chorus: JT] Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve [Verse 2: JT] Pull up in my Jeep with the doors off (Swerve) My seats the color of my feet, I'm a show-off (Ha) b**h, I'm too hard, I never go soft (Soft) p**y put his a** to sleep, that's that doze-off I-I-I got that ice around my neck, that's a chest cold Gucci 'round my waist with a Glock and some bank rolls “JT, who you f**in'?” b**h, why? Damn, touch your nose I did some things last summer, I won't tell a soul (Shh) b**h, I'm hood, I'm not bougie Ass fat in my two-piece Rocks juicy like Hi-C Lil' n***a, don't try me Wanna f**, ask nicely (Yeah) But the p**y too pricey (Yeah) Cop me diamonds, gotta ice me (Yeah) Yeah I know you wanna wife me (Yeah) [Chorus: JT] Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Chanel fur, no top (Yeah) Rockin' the Birkin bag (Yeah) Feel like Lil Kim (Yeah) Swervin' in the Jag (Yeah) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve (Swerve) Swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve, swerve