Letras Swing Ya Pole - Summrs

Swing Ya Pole

Swing your fuckin' pole, nigga\nAct like you wanna do somethin'\nShe ride on the dick like a pole, nigga\nBeat on that bitch like a cucumber\nThese hoes ain’t gettin' my new number (Uh-huh)\nIn the fast GLE-ski, pushin' it with my Dior Runners\nYeah, I’m up three hundred-ball, I want a new hundred-ball\nI want a big double R, no, I don’t pop handlebars\nNo, I don’t recycle bars, I got a lot in my catalog\nI’m tryna put a new car, hah, in my motherfuckin' garage (Huh)\nYeah, shoutout lil' Sosa, bitch, that be my twin (Yeah-yeah, my twin)\nCall up lil' Jay to come smoosh his ass\nHe gon' hit him then he spinnin' again\nOh, I did it again, bitch, all for the win (Fah-fah, uh-huh)\nYeah, we committin' sins, double CC the lens (Committin' sins, CC the lens)\nDiamonds, you see through the tint, even at five percent\nYeah, lil' bitch, I’m going in, can’t let up on these niggas ever again (Yeah)\nNo, huh, never again, my nigga, don’t call me your twin (Again, twin)\nJust 'cause we fucked the same bitch, our money not the same length (Uh-huh, oh)\nThey tryna knock me off, at least that’s what I heard\nDon’t get your face took off, lil' pussy, you know I fly with the birds\nTell me how much for the syrup? Tell me how much for the— (Brrt, brrt)\nGetting high 'til I leave Earth, put that big body on the fuckin' curb,\nnigga (Yeah, phew)\nTell me what’s the fuckin' word, nigga (Yeah, huh?)\nTell me what’s the fuckin' word, pussy\nTell me what’s the fuckin' word, bitch, you heard? (Huh?)\nTell me what’s the fuckin' word, nigga (Haha)\nHeard that boy got shit bagged (Boom, pow, ha)\nThey hit him all up in his stomach (Ah!)\nWhen I wake up in the mornin', think about the money (Money)\nYeah, ha, wake up, think about the hundreds\nSwing your fuckin' pole, nigga\nAct like you wanna do somethin'\nShe ride on the dick like a pole, nigga\nBeat on that bitch like a cucumber\nThese hoes ain’t gettin' my new number\nIn the fast GLE-ski, pushin' it with my Dior Runners\nYeah, I’m up three hundred-ball, I want a new hundred-ball\nI want a big double R, no, I don’t pop handlebars (Big double R)\nNo, I don’t recycle bars, I got a lot in my catalog (Recycle bars)\nI’m tryna put a new car, hah, in my motherfuckin' garage