"Swimming" lyrics - KILLER MIKE

KILLER MIKE

"Swimming"

feat. Rock D The Legend

Bigga, Boulevard King shit, nigga

[Verse 1: Mike Bigga]
She got a Bugatti body, I wanna run that
And she a hard to kill thrill, ay, where my gun at?
I got them both on my arm, bracelet and timepiece
I only take em together, just call it Siamese
We order Manhattan takeout, you know that Chinese
And then we smoke Thai sticks till we look Thainese

[Chorus:]
We swimming in all these women
Some folks thinkin' we crazy, crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
(They truly believe that we're nuts)
We swimming in all these women
Will we settle down? Maybe, maybe
Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe
(I don't know, I don't know)

[Verse 2: Mike Bigga]
They say I'm a fool (I'm a fool!), they say I'm crazy (I'm crazy!)
I'm walkin' out on the perfect lady (I'm gone!)
What they know about walkin' into destiny (they wrong!)
The [?] won't ever get the best of me (oh no!)
What so many need (need!) and deserve this (deserve this!)
Attention bad bitches, I am at your service (attention!)
It's Mr Lay It Long (I am!), Mr Stuff It In (I will)
Mr If She Witit, You Can Bring Your Lovely Friend (for real)
She said you got a woman that keep it straight with me (ok, ok)
I said I got several, couple you could date with me (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I got a Louis lady (I do), I got a Gucci girl (that's two)
I'm looking for a Fendi freak, what you doing girl?

[Verse 3: Roc D]
She love me, love me not
She caught me [?]
Five in the mornin', I be the Dan, bitch I don't stop
She tell me black is hot, she light a little shot
Na I do, I love these hoes, no I do not
That's why I keep it pimpin' with so many pretty women
While y'all still sippin', the liquor still swimmin'
The lit is still grinin', the lit is still women
Even though I ain't cumin', she still crimpin'
She gettin' ready, no sleep, call me Freddy
I got that pussy so wet like Katrina and [?]
I been cold [?], get Murphy money like Eddie
And I'ma be like [?] they cut my lights off like Teddy

[Verse 4: Mike Bigga]
Bitches love me (they love me!), I'm a [?]
I'm a boyfriend's nightmare, Wes Craven
How your job baby? Take a year off (a year!)
Try Ciroc hon, get rid of the Smirnoff (disappear!)
We some big dogs (big dogs!), doin' big shit (big shit!)
Call your girlfriend, ay let's take a big trip (big!)
Ay hold on, hold on (hold on, hold on), 'fore you grab that phone (phone)
Leave them Suzy squares church girls all at home (gone!)

PL3DGE (2011)