Lyrics Three 6 Mafia – Swervin’

Chorus x2 (Mike Jones & Paul Wall samples)
I Keep purple stuff all in my cup, 84’s when I’m rollin’ up
I got them TV screens fallin’ down
I Keep purple stuff all in my cup, 84’s when I’m rollin’ up

Juicy J
Gettin’ high ridin’ ripped swervin’ side to side
On a Sunday afternoon you can see it in my eyes
I been cheifin’ like an Indian player this the shit
Ridin’ down to the park strip holla’n at a bitch
Put your foot on the brakes then hit the gas and make it flick
Then watch the hoes start lookin’ but they can’t off in my tint
Cause’ its some players out this motherfucker ridin’ in the backseat
But before you wanna’ get off in my whip you gotta suck me

Crunchy Blac
You got me leainin’ to the right you got me leanin’ to the left
I done sipped so much syrrrp I might not think I need some help
You mix three fuckin’ hoes and a two litre of player
Then you better go get you a freaky little girl
You ask her «Does she smoke weed» and that bicth holla «yes»
She pulled out some cigars and some weed with pruple haze
Then my kinfolks call and say that he got purple drank
And I turned that fuckin’ corner headed to the purple drank

Chorus x2

DJ Paul
(I got, I got) I got them 28’s on the Chevy sittin’ so high
The plastic cups in the cup holder’s gettin’ dry
And before I see the bottom ima holla at LL
Cause that means I need a R-E-F-I-L-L
From the, bottom to top nuthin’, but that thick

Chorus x2

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«Gettin’ high ridin’ ripped swervin’ side to side»