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G Herbo
G Herbo
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Daniel Ivy
Daniel Ivy
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Ethan Hayes
Ethan Hayes
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Brian Mitchell
Brian Mitchell
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Herbert R Wright
Herbert R Wright
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Ozonthetrack
Ozonthetrack
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Haze
Haze
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Zuus
Zuus
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Lyrics

Big Oz on the keyboard and shit (Boy, I think about it every night and day) Ayy, text one of 'em, text them niggas downstairs and tell 'em to get me a drink A drink or somethin', like a water (I'm addicted, wanna drown inside your love) Bring me a cup of liquor too though, I ain't gon' lie, I might need it, hm Big Swerv', Big Swerv', Big Swerv' (I wouldn't wanna have it any other way) The biggest Swerv', I'm the biggest Swerv' (I'm addicted, and I just can't get enough) I'm Big Swerv', fasho that (phew), you know that I neglected school 'cause I was on my shit I neglected my family too 'cause I was on a hit When we blitz, it's two plus two, that was all we knew In them streets gotta play by rules, bitch, that's all we do Real life if we on the work, so we don't watch the news Wartime, it's two sides, you gon' win or lose (Ayy, ayy, ayy) if you with us, choose (Ayy, ayy, ayy) ayy, if you with us, prove it Summer time, bitches callin', it was all of us coolin' Hundred-fifty when they callin', just a few of us doin' it No bap, before Cap I can't lie 'bout no drills I tote a strap, no rap, I can't lie how I feel Used to trap, witness that, we havin' free J's Slept in traps, but 'bout rap, ain't slept in three days Used to sleep in hallways, now we play freeways No matter how I feel, I always think 'bout CJ, no bap Before rap, it was just me and the ones I love (boy, I think about it every night and day) Ones we shared blood, all day throwin' slugs, uh (I'm addicted, wanna drown inside your love) And even when we did drugs, it was always to feel love (I wouldn't wanna have it any other way) Or be a part of that club, you could never be a part of that number club (I'm addicted, and I just can't get enough) Unless you run them numbers up Me and my blood got blood money, what them numbers was You can't trust no one to you, know nothin' but slug Used to go throw B's up, but I with my brother's cuz And all my niggas, they need us, show me and brothers love Wasn't no one to show affection when we needed a hug Big old Glocks, no Smith & Wessons when we was the ones Block hangin', but no Glocks flamin', what it was Shots flamin', but no sounds ringin', what it was Hundred hits, but wasn't no room 'bout for my lil' cuz Know about this shit, I'll clear the room out for my lil 'cuz A, B, C, D and if you see me, go up top if you BD Still pop out with my ten shot Glock, it's at least 30 shots if you GD If you on row, BP vest'll touch yo' chest, you meet these Ain't never caught no ski mask, that's how we catch you kids Anytime what it's about, we hop out, baow, we need reasons Ain't never slid about no clout, if we in doubt, give me reasons Boy, I think about it every night and day I'm addicted, wanna drown inside your love I wouldn't wanna have it any other way I'm addicted and I just can't get enough
Writer(s): Herbert Randall Wright, Brian Mitchell, Ethan Hayes, Daniel Anthony Ivy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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