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Swa-Ray, Pt. 2 Lyrics

[Chorus]
Pull up to the valet, hop out with a soirée
Sippin' on a cold cream soda, lean latte
Bust slow, the bitches follow me and my compadre
Ballin' like I'm Doc J, cameras all in my face
Pull up to the valet, hop out with a soirée
Sippin' on a cold cream soda, lean latte
Bust slow, the bitches follow me and my compadre
Ballin' like I'm Doc J, cameras all in my face

[Verse 1]
Pockets full of fifties, sections full of bitches
Sippin' syrup slizzard, wrist like a blizzard
Walk inside the building, fox fur chinchilla
Thousand bales of midget, came in on deliver
Smoke like I'm from Denver, lookin' for Kylie Jenner
G-Star dinner, ain't from Harold Penners
Fucked your main bitch and made her take a bath at Vinnies
Real mud sipper, Que a dog whisperer
My diamonds make me shiver
Got bricks of chicken gizzards
Kush pack reach, high for no reason
Got your baby mama sniffin' coke from off my pinky
Shippin' bales to Cleveland, it's the dog season

[Chorus]
Pull up to the valet, hop out with a soirée
Sippin' on a cold cream soda, lean latte
Bust slow, the bitches follow me and my compadre
Ballin' like I'm Doc J, cameras all in my face
Pull up to the valet, hop out with a soirée
Sippin' on a cold cream soda, lean latte
Bust slow, the bitches follow me and my compadre
Ballin' like I'm Doc J, cameras all in my face

[Verse 2]
Came off the bench, shootin' shit up off the dribble
After I hit Kylie nigga straight for Kendall
Pourin' threes and fours, beatin' up the bowl
Call for you come up, you can't get in, you need the code
House full of dope, Gucci trench coat
Some of my partners bang blood, some bang loc
Walkin' around with five chains, I don't tell hoes my name
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Try to count a million cash and gave myself a migrane
Safebox in the floor, raise up the rug
Got a soirée of hoes like the Flavor of Love
I just fucked his bitch and only paid her a dub
Found a new connect, Que done changed up his plug, hey

[Chorus]
Pull up to the valet, hop out with a soirée
Sippin' on a cold cream soda, lean latte
Bust slow, the bitches follow me and my compadre
Ballin' like I'm Doc J, cameras all in my face
Pull up to the valet, hop out with a soirée
Sippin' on a cold cream soda, lean latte
Bust slow, the bitches follow me and my compadre
Ballin' like I'm Doc J, cameras all in my face

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