IRich
Love Swizzle
INTRO:J Swizz & iRich
These B*t*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*t*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 killers my pops
Was a dealer and up my f**king 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*t*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*t*hes love swizzle cuz
I keep it real doe
And I blow them swishers
I use to smoke that kill 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 N***A I F**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*T*H 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 PA** HER TO
MY RIGHT MAN (DAT N***A ECHOES OUT)