Swae Lee - Offshore (feat. Young Thug) Lyrics
[Intro: Young Thug]Ear DrummersThey think it's woman inside me'Cause the way I wear my tees and my jeans, ayy(Where do you wanna take me?)Little do they know they women (Don't play with me)Got marks all over her knees, ayy(Maserati)[Pre-Chorus: Swae Lee]Rollin' off youRollin' off you, you overdosin' off my kissAnd the joke is on youJoke is on you if you fall for that old nigga, hey![Chorus: Swae Lee & Young Thug]I took a trip offshore (ayy)Took the whip offshore (yeah)I took a chick offshoreYou should get out more (hey, hey)And you should get out more, you should get out moreBaby, take a lil' tour (oh)When we hit that floor, all the money downpourThat's what it's here for (that's what it's for)Do it up so large, do it up so large, like a breakout starBunch of young niggas on a crash course (do it large, do it large)Going overboard, going overboard, we can hit that storeYeah and take it too far (ayy)[Verse: Young Thug]I'ma let you vibe all dayI don't mind if you try it all dayYou know Thugger let you ride all dayYeah, let you ride all dayYou can go get what you like all dayIt feels wrong but it's right, no, babyPerky got me lookin' at your body all dayAnd it feels right, my baby, yeahBaby steps when you walkYou got baby steps when you walkHigh heels on your feet when you walkHigh heels on your feet, babyLambo, them legs ajar, yeahAnd a Maserati truck, the doors in the back ajarLet's get it on, babyMake your mouth get it, get it gone, yeahLike a motorcycle, get it on, babyYeah, perform foreplaySo in love, I can buy the ***** a ring every dayStop this rap shit, turn to a mob any dayBossman, I could get homie dropped any dayI'll slap the shit out Donald Trump any dayBrand new assistant I like, any dayBetter get it right if you don't want gunplayI'ma do it right and fill up the drivewayBentley on the side and it's sittin' on LeBron James911 Porsche got me takin' you on a date, ayyPistol Pete mobbin', I'm bangin' it all dayBaddest and the baddest and the baddest like all dayI ran up the millions, I did it all my wayHundred dollar bills and I like 'em all straightReal talk, I'm a neat freakAnd lil' mama fold my clothes like a neat freakYou say you doin' somethin', ya uncle reading right through your wrongHoes can't talk when I talk where I'm from32 pumps make 'em run, Forrest, runMonte Carlo, poppin' my collarWrestle that ho like The Motha*****in' RockI say wrestle that ho like The Motha*****in' RockSo I let it freeze upEat the cake, got amazing cakeThese *****es hatin', they throw rice by the caseI'm ridin' down Memory LaneCatchin' feelings like I'm Walter PaytonI just wanna throw love at this evenin'Christian Dior with the skiBad *****, yeah, make believeBarney Balmain on my jeansBleedin' like a Tampax PearlMistake, let it rain on your world, ayyYour diamonds, yeah, they wet like the bottom of the shore, yeahBetter stop playin', say you quick like sand, oh my God[Chorus: Swae Lee]I took a trip offshoreTook the whip offshore (yeah)I took a chick offshoreYou should get out more (hey, hey)And you should get out more, you should get out moreBaby, take a lil' tourWhen we hit that floor, all the money downpourThat's what it's here forDo it up so large, do it up so large, like a breakout starBunch of young niggas on a crash courseGoing overboard, going overboard, we can hit that storeYeah and take it too far
