Bay Swag - Seventeen (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Bay Swag - Seventeen (en) Lyrics
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I buy this shit to drank, nigga, I
don't sell no lean (Sell no lean)
We lettin' 'em go for four, but we
get it for seventeen (Seventeen)
I be so goddamn high, I forgot
I left her on seen (Forgot)
I be so goddamn high, I mixed the
purp' with the lean (No bap)
I don't just think for self, I put
on the whole damn team (Woo)
Young boul knocked his fuckin'
head open, playin' around
with them ki's (Brrt)
I don't even play around
with this shit (What?)
Why the fuck you think I'd play 'round
with your bitch? (Ayy, ayy)
Every time we touch down in
your city, it got like twosie
sticks (Oh my God)
Everything been AP, I might fuck
around and put hole in your
tips, shit (Let's go)
Remember when I touched
a honey bun (What?)
If she suck dick good, she gettin'
her tommy tucked (Woo)
I keep some damn Tris up in my Fanta,
not the funny one (Let's go)
Yetta, yetta, nothin' 'bout
me tender, tender
I swear, we ain't cold outside,
keep Monclers for the winter,
winter (Ayy, ayy, what?)
Don't make me call big bro
outside, 'cause he gon'
get 'em, get 'em (Brrt)
Wack 'em, he gon' split 'em,
split 'em (Brrt-brrt)
She keep on tellin' her friends
we go together, only
fucked her once (What?)
Slizzy motion in my blunt, no, we
'on't smoke on Runtz (No bap)
Go to Star and get some ones, I
do that shit for fun (No bap)
They been knowin' I'm the one (No bap)
Hundred on my pant, fuck
I look without a gun?
Never understand how niggas
is deadbeats, how the fuck
you look without your son?
Why the fuck you think I'd play 'round
with your bitch? (Ayy, why?)
Philly, on radar, Caddy
with them AR's (Brrt)
So many dead bodies, they
can't even find my daddy
in the graveyard (Wow)
Wasn't tryna hear 'bout it, lil'
young keep talkin', he let
that Draco (Keep talkin')
I'm like, "Show me somethin,
'" he ain't show me none, I
turn to Rachel (I'm gone)
Matte black, off-road Lambo' move
like a race car (Vroom)
Maybach, Maybach, add it up, that's
like an eight-ball (Yes)
Couple bombs, Audemar skeleton
came with the face off (Ah)
Fuckin' long, tell the bitch,
let the bitch, I ain't
even stayin' long (Yeah)
Fifty pack in my pocket, middle
of the threesome, fuck, my
pants on, with my gun too
Niggas know that if I get mad
enough, I might come through
(I might come through)
KFC, I bring that chicken
out and my drum too
He thinkin' one-of-one too
Million dollar jewelry with an M, in
cash, I don't do no runnin' (Neva)
She had flew out with me on a jet,
but now her Uber comin' (Ah)
She get off that Sexyy Red,
this hood shit got her coochie
runnin' (Let's go)
Like, why every time niggas
pop up dead nobody got nothin'
to do with nothin'?
Like, wow (Wow)
I don't just think for self, I put
on the whole damn team (Woo,
nigga, gotta stand for some)
I don't even play around with this
shit (What? Seventeen zips)
Why the fuck you think I'd
play 'round with your bitch?
(Ayy, ayy, bitch)
Every time we touch down in
your city, we got like twosie
sticks (Oh my God)
Everything been AP, I might fuck
around and punch hole in
your tips, shit (Let's go)
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