Swing Lyrics - Singles - Camp Lo

Don't give me your swing 

I got mines an' that's the thing 

Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell rings? 

Don't give me your swing 

I got mine an' that's the thing 

Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who names bell ring? 

Now for the grab the stash to the alley Varner any splash 

Tryin' not to crash, swervin', got the la la on the dash 

Gettin' bent up in the armored truck, stuck him for his glam 

Shit is candy yams, now we movin' on the ancient mans 

They usin' psycho vision for the Valentino Gorabani 

Fuck Armani Butter, we above these climbs, heist the harbors 

Word to godfathers gettin' bleed, chasin' on Savannah 

Down to Venice, tellin' sire 'bout my alley runnin' ways 

That's how it was 'cuz now they got us blamin' at the fuzz 

It's all gun an' poses on a bed of roses gettin' shugged 

Wrap him in a rug, leave him on the roof 'til he stink 

Hit the pool-hall, fled the Calico an' watch him blink 

Movin' on Picaso, paintin' my portraits an' condos 

'Cuz when the Lo blows only the Lo knows who don' knows 

Don't give me your swing 

I got mines an' that's the thing 

Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell ring? 

Don't give me your swing 

I got mine an' that's the thing 

Blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell ring? 

I don't hate players, I'm from the crown rhyme sayers 

'Whatever kid' sayers get down with no delayin' 

I play my cards shark style, kings an' aces 

Welcome to New York, the illest of all places 

I never bleed even through this plaza of greed 

You got the rarest, true, ain't game in yo world 

Not them Forrest Gump niggas with shades an' S curls 

I tilt my crown fly, I'm tryin' to angle you, girl 

The me an' you alliance, is no doubt the fly science 

We'll prosecute the phony star picks with our style 

The million dollar necks, word, go 'head crack a smile 

My name is Ish an' that's somethin' even in this tish 

Of pimps, players, hustlers an' killahs an' they wish 

Your pretty to me, put in me in your frame 

Your complex attitude intrigue me, stronger than Blow 

You know, we can play the scenes like Pacino an' Pfieffer 

My queen'll shine on brinks three karats an' brighter 

Finesse in foreign fabrics crit seers tighter 

Them clown kids you dealt never belt 

I came around swift an' got felt 

That champagne brand name style got melt 

My man, Killah Jules put me close to these jewels 

Thats dropped in the lesson sent to crush fools 

Crush 'em, peace 

Yo, yo, don't give me your swing 

I got mines an' that's the thing 

It's not your swing, it's mines an' that's the thing 

So all that blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell rings? 

All that blahzay, blahzay, blahzay, who name bell rings?