| Lyrics | [Intro: Swaghollywood]
Yeah, uh, uh-uh (It's Swoogang, baby, ahaha)
Uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh
[Hook: Swaghollywood]
Yeah, yeah, uh
Satellite, blow him ’cross the globe
I don't trust a soul, so I keep a pole
If a nigga play, we gone wipe his nose (Slatt, slatt)
Yeah, run it like a cold
Green light, and a nigga on go (yeah)
Might catch pneumonia cause this ice up on my throat
She like to wipe, and she put it in her nose
She go crazy when them hunnids on the floor
[Verse 1: Swaghollywood & Quis]
Wrist bright, I hope that her head right
Once I hit it baby, know I gotta catch a flight (uh)
Pop a perc, in that pussy like submarine
I got bad bitch, look like Billie Jean (Billie Jean)
Billie Jean, these niggas tryna make a scene
Call me Freddy Krueger, pull up on him in his dreams
Every time I fuck her, I can't get her ass to leave
She gone pull up on me, she gone suck the seam (aye, uh)
I be balling, bitch I need no reason
And you know I do this every season
If you reaching, then a nigga teaching
Like a pastor, practice what I’m preaching
You suck dick girl you can't be a vegan
Hold up, Quis, I kicked her out, cause that ho was teasing
[Hook]
Uh
Satellite, blow him 'cross the globe
I don't trust a soul, so I keep a pole
If a nigga play, we gone wipe his nose (Slatt, slatt)
Run it like a cold
Green light, and a nigga on go (yeah)
Might catch pneumonia cause this ice up on my throat
She like to wipe, and she put it in her nose
She go crazy when them hunnids on the floor
[Outro: Swaghollywood]
It's Swoogang, baby, ahaha
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