King Chip - Don't Forget the Swishers lyrics

[Hook] We gon' have a good time away from the drama So leave your bullsh** at the door We just chillin with the homies, girls coming over They ask what we want from the store If you could grab me some swishers Some cups and some liquor And tell your home girls don't bring no n***as, we good Let's have some time as we should But don't forget the swishers [Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] In real life my rap name got charisma to it I figure, damn, I might aswell do something bigger to it I don't want no famous features, let my n***as do it Sometimes I just think to myself like how Big would do it My old b**hes keeping tabs on every move I make And she gon' say I ain't sh** no matter who I date And them n***as she around now is excatly who I ain't While all the girls is in my ear like (Dom do your thing) [verse 2: ] I smoke with bad chicks with fake tits keep that on the DL All hugged up on me b**h you ain't my female Where your girls at? [?] I'm trying to f** em too, just being honest hoe Your girl over here misbehaving Delete the iChats, can't leave no traces When this girls come, throw out some tray sh** Like the [?] basics I told her bring some chick-fil-a, she got a n***a waiting [Hook] [Verse 3: ] Private location, kush in rotation Playing playstation, fresh on my vacation I like em brown, yellow, puerto rican or caucasian As long as they thick, small waist and low maintenance Gold digging hoes, who receive no payment Not now, not ever, not even on oca**ion Like 5 or 6 chicks in my living room wasted Smoking blunt after blunt, boy I can't wait to taste it Somebody knocking at my door with a heavy a** hands It's my home girl showing up with her heavy a** friend I'm like, damn, why you bring her here, she always wanna trip with her chubby a** How she eat the salsa with no chips We gotta make another store run, she costed me a grip Anyway dude I'm after her, let me holler at these chicks Another hour pa**es, sh** One of these hoes I gotta hit Plus we be smoking back to back and yeah that Rossi got me tip [verse 4:] Cold chilling, sipping some of the finest out the corner store Maybe we could get these pretty girls and get down on the low Kush is present, but them shells is absent How we gonna smoke? Sometimes rolling papers but them sh** be going out you know I'm trying to go straight to Cloud 19 with no layovers, no hangovers Two range rovers parked outside when the come over And they old enough to know we are cold, we are grown And I hope you brought them shells like motherf**ing toe [Hook] [Verse 5:] I been waiting all day, yeah [?] I miss you I wanna spend time, but first I'm getting lit up Split em, barely lick em, Imma let you roll Got a fat dub sack, tryna get off in my zone Take a couple to the dome, the big tree monster Player Al Green, feel like I'm at the concert Let me make your mind work, gon make that run for me Don't forget the swishers, take a couple bucks from me [Verse 6: Mibbs] Yeah, she knows she got weak spot for me That's why she grab the swishers from weed shop for me My feisty little chick who like the E's drop on me If this was New York, she be my reebok shorty She got the 40s, the swishers, the optimos And she brought some home girls, now it's time to rock'n'roll Eyes low, smoking on some tropico Man all this toking got me floating, now I'm open like an envelope [Hook]