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88GLAM - Swim lyrics

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Swim by 88GLAM


[Intro]
1K (1K)
[Chorus: 88 Camino & Derek Wise]
Ever since I got bags, yeah, they been on my dick
Ever since I got swag, yeah, they jump on my ship
Everyday pushin’ muscle, yeah, I don’t go to no gym
When I walk through, leave puddles, yeah, all I do is swim
(Swim, swim, swim, swim, swim) Pockets out of shape (Shape)
Got a kilo on my neck, yeah, sorry for the wait (Wait)
And I had to throw these bands, know that nigga heavyweight (Racks)
And I want it more, no less, yeah, I don’t take no breaks
[Verse 1: 88 Camino]
Brand new foreign goin’ “Beep, beep” (Beep)
Runnin’ up this game, we got the cheat sheet (Cheat sheet)
We go back to back like my CCs (Back)
I got cabbage patch, I got seaweed (Rack)
Run up rack, rack, racks on the briefly (Yeah)
Skrrt, skrrt in the back of the foreign, the backseat gon’ recline back
Run up my racks when I’m tourin’, I’m never gon’ get this time back (Time)
40 pointers in my chain, that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout (What I’m talkin’ ’bout)
Told you this ain’t no game, man, coach call timeout (Time)
Still talkin’ down online, you need to sign out (Yeah)
I can never be no jank, I made up my mind ’bout
[Chorus: 88 Camino & Derek Wise]
Ever since I got bags, yeah, they been on my dick
Ever since I got swag, yeah, they jump on my ship
Everyday pushin’ muscle, yeah, I don’t go to no gym
When I walk through, leave puddles, yeah, all I do is swim
(Swim, swim, swim, swim, swim) Pockets out of shape (Shape)
Got a kilo on my neck, yeah, sorry for the wait (Wait)
And I had to throw these bands, know that nigga heavyweight (Racks)
And I want it more, no less, yeah, I don’t take no breaks
[Verse 2: Derek Wise]
Runnin’ it back like avoidin’ the sack, keep me a shooter that got it attached (Yeah)
I know one day I’ll be catchin’ that rat, one in his leg and then one in his ab (Pew, pew, oh yeah)
All of this spendin’ while makin’ a stack, all of these b**ches is makin’ me mad (Mad)
Got all these stripes like I’m wearing the plaid, speakin’ no English, you wearin’ a badge (Yeah)
And I can’t even add all this money in my hand (Yeah)
Too many poles, never ran, took the measures in my hands (Racks, racks, yeah)
And I can’t even add all this money in my hand (Can’t)
Too many trips, where do I land? Hop out the PJ into a Lamb’ (Yeah)
That ain’t no stack, it’s minimal flex, stumble on racks, now I’m watchin’ my step (Arriba)
Drive the Bugatti, it fly like a jet, I walk on this beat like a pimp with a limp (Yeah)
Shoot at his dog like I work at the vet, green light is on, keep one in the head (Pew, pew)
Pourin’ me up, yeah, I’m sippin’ the red, that money go long, sleep when I’m dead (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: 88 Camino & Derek Wise]
Ever since I got bags, yeah, they been on my dick
Ever since I got swag, yeah, they jump on my ship
Everyday pushin’ muscle, yeah, I don’t go to no gym
When I walk through, leave puddles, yeah, all I do is swim
(Swim, swim, swim, swim, swim) Pockets out of shape (Shape)
Got a kilo on my neck, yeah, sorry for the wait (Wait)
And I had to throw these bands, know that nigga heavyweight (Racks)
And I want it more, no less, yeah, I don’t take no breaks



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