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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Swishahouse
Swishahouse
Performer
Michael Watts
Michael Watts
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Marley
Bob Marley
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Jason Horace Turnbull
Jason Horace Turnbull
Songwriter
Teraike Crawford
Teraike Crawford
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oh
The top feels so much better than the bottom
So much better
[Verse 2]
**** you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
**** you's a window shopper
In the jewelry store, lookin'
At shit* you can't buy
**** you's a window shopper
In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive
**** you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck* when you see me ride by
[Verse 3]
Summertime white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind let my paper stack
When I'm filthy
It's funny how **** get the screw
Facing at me
Anyhow, they ain't got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, southside's the hood
That I come from
So I don't cruise to nobody hood
Without my gun
You the kid ain't gonna for that bullshit*
Try and stick me I'mma let off a full clip
It ain't my fault you don't fucked* up
Your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a g up
Everybody mad when their paper
Don't stack right
When I come around
Y'all **** better act right
When we got the tops down
You can hear the system thump
**** when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
Shut your block down
Quick to put a hole in your junk
[Verse 4]
****, when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
****, you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
****, you's a window shopper
In the jewelry store, lookin'
At shit you can't buy
****, you's a window shopper
In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive
****, you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck* when you see me ride by
[Verse 5]
**** love me in LA as soon as i pop in
They come to scoop me up in LAX
And I hop in
When it comes to bad bitches*
You know I got them
Some from Long Beach
Some from Washington
Some from Compton
You know a **** wanna see
How Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
I start spittin' g at a bitch*
Like a pimp man
Tell her to meet me at the Montreal
So we can do our thing
She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose
And we can go from fully dressed
To just having no clothes
She can run and tell her best friend
'Bout my sex game
Her best friend could potentially
Next main
Listen man, shit* changed
I came up from doin' my thang
Homey I'm holin', holin', holin'
Shit* man, the store owner watching you
'Fore something get stolen, stolen, stolen
[Verse 6]
****, you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
****, you's a window shopper
In the jewelry store, lookin'
At shit* you can't buy
****, you's a window shopper
In the dealership tryin' to get a test drive
Written by: 50 Cent, Bob Marley
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