Swoosh – Swoosh Me Up lyrics

[Intro: Swoosh]
Uh, 516 on my neck now
Groupie hoes don’t know how to act now
I don’t really talk, I just back out
Cardo got wings
Give me head, but her brains like plaque out
Turn around, bend her over, blow her back out
When I’m done, I don’t care what she chat ’bout
‘Cause you know most the time I be

[Hook: Lord Infamous + Swoosh]
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out
Swoosh me up baby
Loced out, loc, loc
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out
Wooh
Loced out, loc, loc
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out

[Verse 1: Swoosh]
Now this that big pimpin’
Dick so big, got me limpin’
Backwood rolled and my Hennesy sippin’
Can’t see my eyes, probably shades too tinted
Too hard to choose, got to keep a few with me
Ridin’ down the highway, it send me to hell
Who really my friend, I never can tell
Shit start nice, but it never end well
Please, save it for later
If the topic is not paper
Grinded real hard for my rep like a skater
Didn’t I tell you your boyfriend a hater
Won’t you come hang with a player
Girl, one thing for sure and for certain
None of these bitches are worth it
Baby, I’m awesome, I’m perfect
Be careful who you telling your secrets
Never know who you can beef with
Same one you callin’ your bro
Be the same one leaking all your different secrets
Never catch feelings, just peep shit
Don’t talk about it, just be it
Comin’ straight from the [?] shit
She got a man, but I’m the one she wanna be with
Why?
‘Cause they love my new song, it’s on replay
You wanna come hang by the DJ
We run through the bands like a relay
I ain’t got no sleep in like 3 days
But I been smokin’ and drinkin’
Don’t know what the fuck I been thinkin’
Tryna capture the moment, I’m not blinkin’

[Hook: Lord Infamous + Swoosh]
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Swoosh me up baby
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc

[Verse 2: Swoosh]
Uh, I gave you the route, call me navigation
Put the glove on my dick like I’m Gary Payton
If they sleepin’ on me, they will be soon awakened
Always showin’ love, never catch me hatin’
This ain’t no cold competition
I really be rappin’, you should know the difference
All of my garments are tailored
I chuck you the swagger, but you still do not fit in
They all up in business
Dyin’ to know how a young nigga livin’
Tell ’em I’m good, I’m good
And I don’t gotta explain what’s understood
You zero, you can’t be a hero
And your bitch go wherever that we go
And I [?] like CeeLo
And I’m knockin’ her down like free throws
Swish, bottom of the net, it’s easy

[Hook: Lord Infamous + Swoosh]
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out
Swoosh me up baby
Loced out, loc, loc
Swoosh me up baby
Smoked out, smoked out
Swoosh me up baby
Loced out, loc, loc
Bounce

[Outro: Lord Infamous]
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out
Loced out, loc, loc
Smoked out, smoked out

Fabolous, Chris Brown & Velous – Flipmode (Remix)

[Intro: Velous]
Flipmode, flipmode (let’s go)
Knock it down, fade away, yeah
Knock it down, fade away
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Flipmode, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Velous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)

[Verse 1: Velous]
Faded off the woohah (woo)
You know I’m faded off the woohah (woo)
Bustin’, bustin’ out the trap (trap)
In the coupe doing laps (skrrt)
Got me a Dominican mami (yeah)
Folding paper, origami (yeah)
Ragger, ragger on sight (yeah)
Spliff Star off the hype (yeah)
Ain’t got no time to fall in love (love)
Ain’t no time to fall in love (love)
When the push come to shove (sheesh)
Money all I ever love (sheesh)
Gary Payton with the glove (yeah)
O.J Simpson with the glove (yeah)
Guilty pleasure, pick your poison
We got all of the above (sheesh)
Shooter, shooters on deck (yeah)
Still banging with the set (yeah)
30 thousand in the P.J (woo)
Got my niggas out the ‘jects (yeah)
Surfin’ through the village, bust it, bust it up
Diamonds on me flooded bust down (woo)
Ever since she let me bust it, bust it up
She be wanting me to cuff now, ghost

[Chorus: Velous & Fabolous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah, Loso)

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Told shawty, make it clap (clap)
Shawty, just make it clap (clap)
All the homies got a 30 up
My warriors gotta Curry up
Somethin’ foreign when I’m skurtin’ up (skrrt)
If they comin’, better hurry up (skrrt)
Wrist game, I’ma stir it up (whip it)
‘Til the white McFlurry up (whip it)
Mickey D’s, I’m lovin’ it
Super bad, McLovin’ it
Slide up in it with the oven mitt (woah)
Now she callin’ out my government (woah)
Freddy Kruger with the glove (glove)
Michael Jackson with the glove (glove)
Keep it lit and get the money (yeah)
I do both of the above (yeah)
I’ve been juggin’ since flip phones
Bedrockin’ like Flinstones
Doin’ numbers in my zip code
Squad with it on flipmode
Shawty ’bout to let her clip go
Busta, busta, busta, bust that
A big butt and a smile
I know they told me, never trust that but I

[Chorus: Velous]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Yeah, yeah, go ‘head with it (woo)
Baby, bust it open out the roof (woo)
Yeah, this car brand new, give it to you
Now she actin’ brand new, flipmode
I got a new bitch. flipmode
All the money I get, flipmode
You don’t ball like this, hell no
My whole team lit, it’s simple (woo)
What you want? Just tell me what you want, baby (yeah)
What you doing? Let’s just start with foreplay (yeah)
When I perform, your shaking make the bed break
Until the the morning, your lips turn me on, baby
Smo-smoke one with me, let’s get faded (yeah)
Hit the showers, heat it up, still wide awake
I don’t even know, said she got a man at home, I love her anyway
And if that nigga say he love you like he do
Where your wedding ring? (woo)

[Chorus: Velous & Chris Brown]
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (down, fade away, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah)
I told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (oh)
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (for me)
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, flipmode
Told her bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Bust it, bust it, bust it like a AK (ow)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (yeah, yeah)
Shooter, shooter, knock it down, fade away (sheesh)