Ludwig Mies X - Swing Wack At Golf lyrics

Swing Wack At Golf LMX (4216 Collectif) [Verse 1] Time ain't mean a sh** when you're with me b**h Swag overdose I vomit on your girl R-A-M-A My eyeballs so shiny I'm disco I'm so far, NASA sh** call me Orlando Down south sh**, we move air like exhaust on Lambos Lambos, Range Rov', and my pants low My flow's gold b**h dig it from the mine like Jeffrey b**h with me In my video product placement for Miss Universe Y'all know that since b**ba she carries my Glock in her purse She the best, I'm greater, and so is my swagger It's a flight school, I'm Rambo I won't loose my cool Ain't no sh** about it I'm all about my moves Bouncin' in the jet Things so fresh it's the land of the goose Air filtration makes me smoke the best ish I take the Cliquot down it and leave it in the ditch My crew's tight your's down for Abercrombie and Fitch I drop your body to the Saint-Lawrence down with the fishes And my finish sea shores c**aïne for these mistresses [Bridge] And I go harder than I can X10 [Verse 2] f** the swag b**h I'm on that reform sh** I saved lives out the foam Now I carve your life out of that foam b**h My car so old it's like I'm in a time machine I'm so cold just riding with my team See my n***a well I say n***a cause well he's a motherf**in' n***a See that 'rarri? That ain't mine It's my f**ing boy's and he's stunning hard I see him, doin' so fine I come back in here I travel the time All I see is sh** boy, when I look at you But for us it's bright, everything we do