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cruisin' in my spaceship
Swerve through watch how I'm movin' evasive
But all my friends got too caught up in chasin'
Cause Real life gets hella complicated

Bout a bag again
I pop a tag again
Do the dash again
Swerve on they ass again
Swerve on they
Swerve on they
Swerve on they ass again
Knock Knock
Knock

Oh yeah
Jumpstart, here I'm racing
Pull a left swerve, right swerve, see me chasing, oh yeah
I'm in the GTR, I'm where the cosmos are
Can you wish

bitch
Better watch for my lane switch
I'm a versatile boss
But I top every name bitch
Turbo engine on a lame bitch
Yeah this beat is by Lexto
Fuckin with

The nose grind ain't my business but it's still on call
And I don't recommend that shit to anybody at all
But if you steppin up to lines don't be leavin by

been suckin’ and slurpin’
I hit it on purpose, I might have to swerve it
N***** don’t feel how i’m feeling that cuz i’m the realest 

But nah I ain’t

closer, you lean back
You sidestep, you swerve, you flee
Don?t you know the fun is getting tagged?
This game lost its flow
So make a move, ready-set-go

Rail a bean off this bitch
Then I swerve, almost crash
Fuck her face on the dash

I said fuck
Pull up on the drive by
It's 20 for a show
Aiming with

That's a Christmas gift
She do whatever I say like I'm a hypnotist
I got a candy-cane dick with
A curve at the end i hit a bad bitch up
She gon' swerve me

Swerve Swerve Swerve Swerving
Swerving
I'm swerving in that
Yeah swearing in that rari
Swerving
Yellow Ferrari outside I call it Big Bird
We spin

down by a few hoes
I really wish I wasn't kneeling
Bae you don't know how to swerve
Say that you'll never gon learn
Bae, what will you earn
We was on top

(Ay i'm the one who's goin dummy)
Bit swerve
Makin' me nervous
Bitch, swerve
Make, nerves
Bitch, swerve
Makin me nervous
Driving Round At Night

swerving
Matter fact swerve to the right They can't know which way that I'm going
Woke up smelling like money
I don't trust no bank so I keep my cash all

Three
Two
One
Zero
(Yeah) Yeah, big black Maybach truck
Yeah, swerve out the, swerve out the house
Yeah, main bitch in my room
Yeah, got a side bitch

pumpin' them curves with no brake lights
Gettin' their swerve on a Saturday night
All the guys on the street like hey
Can ya let a brother roll y'all's way

(swerve, swerve)
I get super fly, I'm so high above the building
Leather jacket on me like I drive a fucking motorcycle
I got all designer on me I don't wear

for the fame
Swerve the fake shit like a game, bitch
Take a shot in the dark, get your brain fucked
Smile at them soft with my fangs tucked
They're

an incantation
Heard in the beginning was the word
Honor our origination moving through these different stages
Swerve our creator is verb
Some say it's

the motherfuckin' K
How I was raised, that's the way
And you live by this shit, then you die by the same
I ain't trippin', puttin' half on the Jane
I'm gettin' good

than to be the one sayin' thanks (whoa)
Conflicted like bein' signed to Ye and managed by Jay
Conflicted like bein' cool with Pusha and Drake (damn)

God Bless

LL Cool J

Mr. Smith

1995

the sky, energy created by my third child
Swerve wit it, get it get it
Feels good to bust shots at the critics
You crave more taste of my funk
When my

Wheels

Chely Wright

The Metropolitan Hotel

2005

some time to breathe
You'd think I'd know by now
To think before I speak

Baby we never thought to swerve
It's like we drove straight into the curve

top down by the grove 

Im trying to swerve in my lane 
Im trying to see where I came 
Got to make sure that we paid 
You better learn from mistakes

Slip, slide
The real ones they with me
They stick by my side
Too busy drinking
Too dizzy

The real ones they with me, they stick by my side
Too busy