Lyrics Devante' Swing - Bigg Fatts , Show Louis
Forty-five
Quarter
pound
on
my
shotgun
side
Popped
some
pills
I'm
lowkey
wide
Grip
this
grain
& Devante
swang
on
these
lames
Sleeping
on
me
& I'm
lowkey
tired
Treat
running
up
a
check
like
a
contest
Floating
down
Reed
Four
zippers
in
my
armrest
You
can
ask
my
plugs
I
ain't
never
broke
a
promise
Told
baby
Don't
worry
I
got
this
Joel
Emibiid
wit
the
weed
Trust
the
process
You
knew
me
way
back
I
know
you
see
the
progress
You
need
it
& I
got
it
for
the
profit
Nigga
You
know
money
is
the
object
Drove
foreigns
Them
lacs
and
caprices
Half
of
the
shit
you
lil
niggas
be
saying
I
swear
that
you
tweaking
Or
being
facetious
I
prayed
for
a
way
up
Ain't
time
for
playing
Trap
stay
open
You
better
believe
it
I
had
to
be
hard
Cause
I
came
from
the
cement
Grinding
Pledging
this
hustle
allegiance
Whatever
u
need
Just
pull
up
and
see
us
If
I
don't
answer
Then
I'm
on
a
call
Shoot
me
a
text
I'll
get
you
correct
Come
through
& Shop
with
your
dawg
Whatever
you
need
Let's
run
up
a
check
Come
and
shop
with
me
I'm
really
trying
to
be
your
plug
Whatever
you
need
I
got
it
Imma
show
u
love
Come
and
shop
with
me
I'm
really
trying
to
be
your
plug
Whatever
you
need
I
got
it
Imma
show
u
love
Come
& shop
with
me
Everybody
eats
yeah
Got
everything
u
need
Got
it
4 the
low
too
Come
and
shop
with
me
I'm
really
trying
to
be
your
plug
Whatever
you
need
I
got
it
I
got
the
lowest
fee
1 Devotional
2 Options
3 Answers
4 Way Down
5 Kill It
6 Mafia Freestyle
7 The Best Sex Ever
8 7:13
9 Robert Horry
10 Devante' Swing
11 Up
12 When I Was Broke
13 Show Against the World
14 4 Flats
15 All Da Smoke
16 Forever(long Live Slugga)
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