Swang Her lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah yeah
Mamma even know who cubscout is

[Chorus]
Bad b*tches love to talk about me, cause' they know my f*cking bag bigger
Don't associate with them lil b*tches cause they trash
And I love to run it up
I'm smoking big, i'm smoking gas
And I love that sh*t it's fragrence
Now my pain is numbing fast and I- (Yeah)
I don't like to talk about a b*tch (Yeah)
I don't like to talk about a b*tch (Yeah yeah)
Did you know I gon' pop my sh*t (b*tch)
Cause' I be on my rockstar sh*t (Yeah)
Ain't know I be f*cking that b*tch (Yeah yeah)
Ain't know that she all on my di*k (Let's go)
Oooooooooh


[Verse]
b*tch I like to talk to talk yeah, I like to- I like to talk yeah
But everytime I just be talking I bad that sh*t up with a bangеr
Shut the f*ck up you a fan girl
If I don't like her I won't bang hеr (Let's go)
I leave it at that, just look at the facts, I f*ck her and swang her
Multi million dollar b*tches on a yacht going crazy and dance like yeah yeah yeah
Pass to my bro Dmxn and we got the b*tches going crazy like la la la (b*tch)
I want your friend too
I want your- I want your friend too
She like the Benz too
Foreign and speaking the French too
You and your friend's ain't gon' talk on my name cause' you know that that sh*t gonna get on my nerves
I like to talk with the one's that I meet cars that got accents that I never heard
You is a b*tch yeah, you is a- you is a b*tch yeah (Uhh)
We never met, nah, we never- we never met, nah
Hop off a motherf*cking jet yeah
Foreign, i'm speeding the vet, yeah
Crash that, matter of fact b*tch, I scratch that, yeah yeah
I don't give a f*ck bout' nothin' I do, cause' I don't play by the rules
I like to do that sh*t in person, you just like the news
Sike, I don't give a f*ck bout' that (Yeah)
I don't give a f*ck bout' that (Hell nah)
Shoutout to all of my slatts (Yeah, skrrt)
Yeah, I don't want this sh*t, send em' back (Yeah)
Send em' back (Let's go)

[Chorus]
Bad b*tches love to talk about me, cause' they know my f*cking bag bigger
Don't associate with them lil b*tches cause they trash
And I love to run it up
I'm smoking big, i'm smoking gas
And I love that sh*t it's fragrence
Now my pain is numbing fast and I- (Yeah)
I don't like to talk about a b*tch (Yeah)
I don't like to talk about a b*tch (Yeah yeah)
Did you know I gon' pop my sh*t (b*tch)
Cause' I be on my rockstar sh*t (Yeah)
And you know I be f*cking that b*tch (Yeah yeah)
And you know that she all on my di*k (Let's go)
Oooooooooh