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Swanky Video (MV)




Performed By: EX-Lay
Length: 2:50
Written by: Trae Jackson




EX-Lay - Swanky Lyrics




Hoe she give me face hoe she give me heavy necklace
Shoot up in her mouth round here these bitches call me Legolas
I ain't said a word to her but she like how I flex my wrist
I picked her up
I dicked her down
Then she ran off to tell her friends
She coo coo for my cocoa cock
I'm diggin how her panties drop
She want me all up in her ass, no puppet ain't no fragile rock
Popped a molly then I popped an Ollie like I'm Tony Hawk
Only thing I hear is ooh daddy please don't ever stop
Or they call me papi but my real name is high yella
That young fella
When he make it rain then yo ass need an umbrella
If you see him tell him hella
I'm just tryna make some chedda
Yeah I'm comin for that feta
Sayin that you gettin pussy but the pussy i gets better
Hella wetter
No vendetta
Got niggas mad imma true trend setter
Yeah a true go getta
Knight in shining armor and I ain't talkin meta
Yo girl will come over, she'll ask in, so Ill letta
If you knock knock
I'll say whos there
Then introduce you to my beretta
BANG!

Tryna smoke a jay I got the papers in my living room
Codeine and that henny got my liver feeling hella full
Feelin f*cked up, lookin f*cked up yeah it simplifies the pull
But the way these hoes is dancing is lookin so pitiful
They shakin ass all in the air
Wave that shit like they don't care
Shit cause day dreams no nightmare
I'm trying so hard not to stare
Her booty hangin out her shorts
Loves my balls she must play sports
Ride my dick at the airport
She pitiful but she contorts

She pitiful but she consensual
I like to look at her visuals
She not new to this ritual
Cause she shake her ass like its habitual
She habitual in her habitat
Her tits is big and her ass is fat
She walked her ass to my welcome mat
I Stuck it deep and said how bout dat?
I'm not finished
Like them draws when they cheetah printed
Let's f*ck in the back my windows tinted
Shits hella tight, you think my dick will fit it?
Now I know she want me to hit it
She said eat my pussy and shit I did it
I talk to the pussy I say hello kitty, then I hari kiri cause I drowned myself in it
Yeah I'm wit it
Vibin in the club with a lotta women
I get what I get cause I'm never timid
Yeah I get what I wish man I feel like Timmy
Turn around around let me see ya back
That's one hell of an ass to pack
Pussy look delicious
No it ain't no malnutritious
Man you Got me yellin out yo Issa snack

Tryna smoke a jay I got the papers in my living room
Codeine and that henny got my liver feeling hella full
Feelin f*cked up, lookin f*cked up yeah it simplifies the pull
But the way these hoes is dancing is lookin so pitiful
They shakin ass all in the air
Wave that shit like they don't care
Shit cause day dreams no nightmare
I'm trying so hard not to stare
Her booty hangin out her shorts
Loves my balls she must play sports
Ride my dick at the airport
She pitiful but she contorts
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Hoe she give me face hoe she give me heavy necklace
Shoot up in her mouth round here these bitches call me Legolas
I ain't said a word to her but she like how I flex my wrist
I picked her up
I dicked her down
Then she ran off to tell her friends
She coo coo for my cocoa cock
I'm diggin how her panties drop
She want me all up in her ass, no puppet ain't no fragile rock
Popped a molly then I popped an Ollie like I'm Tony Hawk
Only thing I hear is ooh daddy please don't ever stop
Or they call me papi but my real name is high yella
That young fella
When he make it rain then yo ass need an umbrella
If you see him tell him hella
I'm just tryna make some chedda
Yeah I'm comin for that feta
Sayin that you gettin pussy but the pussy i gets better
Hella wetter
No vendetta
Got niggas mad imma true trend setter
Yeah a true go getta
Knight in shining armor and I ain't talkin meta
Yo girl will come over, she'll ask in, so Ill letta
If you knock knock
I'll say whos there
Then introduce you to my beretta
BANG!

Tryna smoke a jay I got the papers in my living room
Codeine and that henny got my liver feeling hella full
Feelin f*cked up, lookin f*cked up yeah it simplifies the pull
But the way these hoes is dancing is lookin so pitiful
They shakin ass all in the air
Wave that shit like they don't care
Shit cause day dreams no nightmare
I'm trying so hard not to stare
Her booty hangin out her shorts
Loves my balls she must play sports
Ride my dick at the airport
She pitiful but she contorts

She pitiful but she consensual
I like to look at her visuals
She not new to this ritual
Cause she shake her ass like its habitual
She habitual in her habitat
Her tits is big and her ass is fat
She walked her ass to my welcome mat
I Stuck it deep and said how bout dat?
I'm not finished
Like them draws when they cheetah printed
Let's f*ck in the back my windows tinted
Shits hella tight, you think my dick will fit it?
Now I know she want me to hit it
She said eat my pussy and shit I did it
I talk to the pussy I say hello kitty, then I hari kiri cause I drowned myself in it
Yeah I'm wit it
Vibin in the club with a lotta women
I get what I get cause I'm never timid
Yeah I get what I wish man I feel like Timmy
Turn around around let me see ya back
That's one hell of an ass to pack
Pussy look delicious
No it ain't no malnutritious
Man you Got me yellin out yo Issa snack

Tryna smoke a jay I got the papers in my living room
Codeine and that henny got my liver feeling hella full
Feelin f*cked up, lookin f*cked up yeah it simplifies the pull
But the way these hoes is dancing is lookin so pitiful
They shakin ass all in the air
Wave that shit like they don't care
Shit cause day dreams no nightmare
I'm trying so hard not to stare
Her booty hangin out her shorts
Loves my balls she must play sports
Ride my dick at the airport
She pitiful but she contorts
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Writer: Trae Jackson
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