What, huh, huh what huh
I get up on this mic, let my chain swing
Huh she a boujee bitch a thot they all the same thing
I just wanna f*ck this hoe, but she just wanted a wedding ring
We on two different speeds she on her knees we like different things
Huh huh woah
I bought her a Gucci shirt she a G for real
I can't see these fake rappers through these blacked out Chanel's
This bitch roll up all my blunts she got weed up in her nails
They never catching up to me they moving like a snail
Huh huh
The way I let this choppa hang
The way I let this chain swing
Now she giving brain up in the left lane
She know I'm a shooter for real she call me Max Payne
I'm going insane
I ain't drunk enough yet I need to put sum in my drank
I get up on the mic and let my chains hang, my nuts hang too
Said she want a wedding ring, I told her nah, you can't be my boo
Took her to get some chicken rings, she mad I ain't take her to Nobu, uh
Choppa on me, imma let it sing, if you try to come get at my boo, uh
Can't see em' through these Chanel shades, can't see through the Fendis
My bitch said that she love me, but she just love my Balenci
Got a lil bad girl, not bad like Riri so I can't get you no Fendi
Ask me why I'm killing these beats, you better off asking why God sent me
I get up on this mic, let my chain swing
Huh she a boujee bitch a thot they all the same thing
I just wanna f*ck this hoe, but she just wanted a wedding ring
We on two different speeds she on her knees we like different things
Said we like different things, take trips on different seas
Come get on ya knees for me, keep blessing me, but I don't sneeze for free
You might have to pay the fee, can't f*ck with nobody betraying me
If you wanna leave just leave, but you gone walk, bitch gimme the keys
Promise that I was chosen for this, ain't nobody that can tell me shit
Going insane, I don't miss, might just change my name to Deadshot
Come at me, leave you in headlock
Hit you in dome, with the red dot
Run up on Morgan, you dead, dropped
On the beats, baby I can't stop, NAH
I get up on this mic, let my chain swing
Huh she a boujee bitch a thot they all the same thing
I just wanna f*ck this hoe, but she just wanted a wedding ring
We on two different speeds she on her knees we like different things
BX Morgan - Swang (feat. Deezy Not Nice) Lyrics
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What, huh, huh what huh
I get up on this mic, let my chain swing
Huh she a boujee bitch a thot they all the same thing
I just wanna f*ck this hoe, but she just wanted a wedding ring
We on two different speeds she on her knees we like different things
Huh huh woah
I bought her a Gucci shirt she a G for real
I can't see these fake rappers through these blacked out Chanel's
This bitch roll up all my blunts she got weed up in her nails
They never catching up to me they moving like a snail
Huh huh
The way I let this choppa hang
The way I let this chain swing
Now she giving brain up in the left lane
She know I'm a shooter for real she call me Max Payne
I'm going insane
I ain't drunk enough yet I need to put sum in my drank
I get up on the mic and let my chains hang, my nuts hang too
Said she want a wedding ring, I told her nah, you can't be my boo
Took her to get some chicken rings, she mad I ain't take her to Nobu, uh
Choppa on me, imma let it sing, if you try to come get at my boo, uh
Can't see em' through these Chanel shades, can't see through the Fendis
My bitch said that she love me, but she just love my Balenci
Got a lil bad girl, not bad like Riri so I can't get you no Fendi
Ask me why I'm killing these beats, you better off asking why God sent me
I get up on this mic, let my chain swing
Huh she a boujee bitch a thot they all the same thing
I just wanna f*ck this hoe, but she just wanted a wedding ring
We on two different speeds she on her knees we like different things
Said we like different things, take trips on different seas
Come get on ya knees for me, keep blessing me, but I don't sneeze for free
You might have to pay the fee, can't f*ck with nobody betraying me
If you wanna leave just leave, but you gone walk, bitch gimme the keys
Promise that I was chosen for this, ain't nobody that can tell me shit
Going insane, I don't miss, might just change my name to Deadshot
Come at me, leave you in headlock
Hit you in dome, with the red dot
Run up on Morgan, you dead, dropped
On the beats, baby I can't stop, NAH
I get up on this mic, let my chain swing
Huh she a boujee bitch a thot they all the same thing
I just wanna f*ck this hoe, but she just wanted a wedding ring
We on two different speeds she on her knees we like different things
I get up on this mic, let my chain swing
Huh she a boujee bitch a thot they all the same thing
I just wanna f*ck this hoe, but she just wanted a wedding ring
We on two different speeds she on her knees we like different things
Huh huh woah
I bought her a Gucci shirt she a G for real
I can't see these fake rappers through these blacked out Chanel's
This bitch roll up all my blunts she got weed up in her nails
They never catching up to me they moving like a snail
Huh huh
The way I let this choppa hang
The way I let this chain swing
Now she giving brain up in the left lane
She know I'm a shooter for real she call me Max Payne
I'm going insane
I ain't drunk enough yet I need to put sum in my drank
I get up on the mic and let my chains hang, my nuts hang too
Said she want a wedding ring, I told her nah, you can't be my boo
Took her to get some chicken rings, she mad I ain't take her to Nobu, uh
Choppa on me, imma let it sing, if you try to come get at my boo, uh
Can't see em' through these Chanel shades, can't see through the Fendis
My bitch said that she love me, but she just love my Balenci
Got a lil bad girl, not bad like Riri so I can't get you no Fendi
Ask me why I'm killing these beats, you better off asking why God sent me
I get up on this mic, let my chain swing
Huh she a boujee bitch a thot they all the same thing
I just wanna f*ck this hoe, but she just wanted a wedding ring
We on two different speeds she on her knees we like different things
Said we like different things, take trips on different seas
Come get on ya knees for me, keep blessing me, but I don't sneeze for free
You might have to pay the fee, can't f*ck with nobody betraying me
If you wanna leave just leave, but you gone walk, bitch gimme the keys
Promise that I was chosen for this, ain't nobody that can tell me shit
Going insane, I don't miss, might just change my name to Deadshot
Come at me, leave you in headlock
Hit you in dome, with the red dot
Run up on Morgan, you dead, dropped
On the beats, baby I can't stop, NAH
I get up on this mic, let my chain swing
Huh she a boujee bitch a thot they all the same thing
I just wanna f*ck this hoe, but she just wanted a wedding ring
We on two different speeds she on her knees we like different things
Writer: Broderick Need, Dejuan Anderson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid