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Artist: Z-Ro Album: Z-Ro vs. The World Title: Swang On 4's
feat. Big Moe (Big Moe) Swingers, and droppers, Southside We're gonna ball baby, living so lavishly And you know that I'll, grab and break Wreckshopping all night long baby Swing on 4's with me
[Verse 1] Swing 4's with me, come roll with me As the po-po cause I'ma flow the tree Make tracks stop, beating up the block Ass end hop on the 4's and chop Can't let these haters take what I got Blue and frail, fresh out the shop Some gone bop, the lighters gone light That's why I keep glocks with infrared dots No time to plex, got to push the lex Keep them diamonds shining round my neck Shots of chrome while I'm on the phone Popping legs walking in my home Walking through the doors, on marble floors Chandeliers and studios Got to pimp the pen, when I'm in the wind And swanging 4's with optimos
(Chorus - 2x) Swang on 4's with me, and I like it Shoes finest on my rims cause I swing on 4's Swang on 4's with me, oooooh-oh-oh-oh-oh Shoes finest on my rims cause I swing on 4's
[Verse 2: Z-Ro] Oooooooh I'm one swinger, with wood grain All on my dash, when I pass I'm looking oh so clean Oooooone in the chaaamber they must be Out of their minds if they're trying to take my bitch from me I won't be taken, releasing shots from my gun Ain't the one to get took off my four Cause I know these jackers be waiting That's why I'm strapped at all times, I think you better let go
(Chorus - 2x)
[Verse 3: Z-Ro] Bubble lights they shining bright, pull guard then I turn to name I'ma rock candy coat, then I'ma play with a remote working with wood grain Z-Ro gone bleed the block, not with the rocks, I bleed red like the flesh It ain't no more hoops, just candy coupes rings filed in the STS Little young got a gun and beam, and I make you scream I work too hard when I grind, for niggas that wanna take my shit And niggas will get hit, I promise these fellas gone mind If I got to pull my piece to make a hater retreat Then I'ma focus on taking him out with red dots, they will smell It in the wind 'fore they try to move in I'm busting in the parking lot In a big body Dave & Taylor ain't no haunt day Going the wrong way on the one way, screams falling Like rain drops, they gonna try to take me one day But I'm armed and dangerous, eliminated the plex When it came to us unlike these muts I ain't no bust, riding on 94's and the game to us Realizing that there ain't no changing us, re-arranging us Homicide be naming us, drunk too many 4's now there ain't no waking up And ghetto hoes be paging us, and steady broads be claiming us But I'ma hit my switch, drop the top and unlock my kid From South coast to a million copies we swinging bitch
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