paroles de chanson Switch Lanes - Game , Tyga
When
I
switch
lanes,
phantom
doors
swing
Arm
out
the
window
screaming
money
ain't
a
thang
Call
it
automatic
bang,
bang,
bang
Call
it
automatic
bang,
bang,
bang
Rari
switch
lanes,
diamonds
in
my
chain
Been
around
the
world
all
the
hoes
know
my
name
Call
it
automatic
bang,
bang,
bang
Mr.
automatic
bang,
bang,
bang
Fuck
a
nigga
up,
louie
belt
match
the
chucks
I'm
in
the
club
with
raw
nigga,
10
racks
a
tub
Back
it
up
like
a
u-haul,
rake
ass
is
up
Spades
in
my
ice
bucket,
rub
that
for
luck
Racks
in
my
cargos,
Audemar
stupid
They
say
she
in
love
with
me,
stay
away
from
cupid
The
Panamera's
sick,
Lupus
T-Raw
show
them
how
we
do
it
Swiss
signs
do
it,
my
new
bitch
A
nudist,
peace
like
a
buddist
Cooler
than
cool-whip,
give
brain
don't
be
stupid
Faded
like
boozy,
cut
like
a
crew
neck
Arm
out
the
window,
another
check,
another
rolex
Mo'
less,
the
moet,
the
mo'
sex,
I
must
say
I
bought
her
the
P
Jet,
more
than
a
piss
test
So
I
wake
up,
I'm
fucked
up,
my
ex
tryna'
make
up
Wake
up,
telling
these
bitches
to
get
their
cake
up
Wake
Up,
shooting
my
babies
all
on
her
make
up
I'm
running
through
all
these
hoes,
Brandon
Jacobs
Lambo
doors
up,
sitting
just
like
her
legs
Eat
it
off
from
the
club,
rather
fuck
hoes
instead
When
I
switch
lanes,
phantom
doors
swing
Arm
out
the
window
screaming
money
ain't
a
thang
Call
it
automatic
bang,
bang,
bang
Call
it
automatic
bang,
bang,
bang
Rari
switch
lanes,
diamonds
in
my
chain
Been
around
the
world
all
the
hoes
know
my
name
Call
it
automatic
bang,
bang,
bang
Mr.
automatic
bang,
bang,
bang
Never
tell
a
bitch
I
love
her
Money
talk
Chris
Tucker
Got
a
chauffeur,
and
a
driver
I
don't
lease
it,
I'mma
buy
it
I'll
be
on
the
broke
diet
You
ain't
eating
but
you
biting
my
style
Motherfucking
strike,
light-lightening
T-Carti,
my
bitch
like
Bugarri
I
walk
in
the
spot,
all
these
bitches
bogart
me
Spent
30
racks,
I'mma
make
it
back
tomorrow
Pull
up
with
a
big
titty
bitch
like
Toccara
You
ain't
never
seen
a
rari,
look
like
a
safari
Tyga
riding
shotgun,
snake
print
cardi
Air,
I'm
in
them
like
airs
2500
nigga
call
them
Nikes
rare
See
them
niggas
hating,
but
I
don't
really
care
Gold
bottles
coming,
tell
them
bitches
light
flares
Snow
on
my
wirst
call
that
rollie
big
bear
See
it
in
the
light
though
(woah)
Rick
Flair
When
I
switch
lanes,
phantom
doors
swing
Arm
out
the
window
screaming
money
ain't
a
thang
Call
it
automatic
bang,
bang,
bang
Call
it
automatic
bang,
bang,
bang
Rari
switch
lanes,
diamonds
in
my
chain
Been
around
the
world
all
the
hoes
know
my
name
Call
it
automatic
bang,
bang,
bang
Mr.
automatic
bang,
bang,
bang
Pull
up
at
the
barber
shop,
chop
off
the
top
of
the
Phantom
Bitches
screaming
A,
we're
no
where
near
Atlanta
Maybe
she
a
rockstar,
maybe
she
a
sinner
Fucking
with
them
lottery
boys,
now
she
a
winner
I'm
all
in
that
Virginia,
I
mean
that
vagina
Get
lost
in
that
pussy,
nigga
you
will
never
find
her
Eat
it
like
lasagna,
eat
it
like
E-Honda
Shout
out
to
my
nigga
Breezy,
and
beat
it
like
Rihanna
When
I
switch
lanes,
phantom
doors
swing
Arm
out
the
window
screaming
money
ain't
a
thang
Call
it
automatic
bang,
bang,
bang
Call
it
automatic
bang,
bang,
bang
Rari
switch
lanes,
diamonds
in
my
chain
Been
around
the
world
all
the
hoes
know
my
name
Call
it
automatic
bang,
bang,
bang
Mr.
automatic
bang,
bang,
bang
Album
Hotel California
1 Hit'em Up
2 Hit'em Up
3 Diss Song
4 Get Loose
5 500 Degrees
6 Molly
7 Molly
8 Fuck for the Road
9 Switch Lanes
10 Don't Hate tha Playa
11 Dad's Letter
12 Palm Trees
13 Drive Fast, Live Young
14 Enemies
15 Get Rich
16 Hijack
17 M.O.E.
18 M.O.E. (Music Over Everything)
19 It Neva Rains
20 It Neva Rains
21 Show You
22 For The Road
23 For the Road
24 Molly
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