Young Chop - Love Swizzle lyrics

INTRO:J Swizz & iRich These b**hes Love Swizzle (Yep) And That southern n***a And that n***a paper Paperchazer verse 1: Paper chazer n***a swizz what happenin' I don't love these b**hes and I don't Trust these n***as cause a n***a from A hood where everybody toting pistols My n***as was some k**ers my pops Was a dealer and up my f**ing hood Best believe you get your issue Shoutout to jimmy jone cuz my n***a finally home my n***as On probation but they still be Packing crome got a blunt full Of loud so the n***a smoking Strong got a couple bad b**hes And the pictures to my phone I'm strapped with a fo'fo' So free my n***a dolo..... Chorus: J Swizz These b**hes love swizzle cuz I keep it real doe And I blow them swishers I use to smoke that k** doe And I'm with my n***as and We pull them triggers We don't love these hoes We just dismiss them\ And my n***a paper and Dat southern n***a If you come at us Wrong we put you six Feet under I'm not no shooter But I got them haters boy... Verse 2: iRICH I'm DAT ni**a I fu*k YOUR SISTER YOU GOT PROBLEM SOLVE YOUR ISSUE WE CAN SHOOT THE ONES AND SOME MISSILE SMOKE GANJA WITH GANJA BOYS THUGGIN WITH THEM LOFT PULL UP IN THAT RARI AND THAT b*tch MAKE A LOT OF NOISE GOT 99 PROBLEMS SHIIITTTT BUT I AIN'T SEEN ONE (YEP) PUT POTATO TO THE GUN AND MAKE THAT BIT' BANG I GOT THEM RACKS BRO' (YEP) I GOT NBA MONEY NEVER BROKE AGAIN I FEEL LIKE GOT SHIITTT I WANT YOUR BEST FRIEND SHE SAID SHE REMIND THAT SONG NEVA END I'm LIKE WHAT YOU MEAN THIS sh*t GOTTA END WE DON'T LOVE THESE HOES I PASS HER TO MY RIGHT MAN (DAT ni**a ECHOES OUT)