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Darci - Swerve (with KayCyy) (Official)

Don't forget to subscribe for updates first 🖤 Produced by Rance Riley Video by Laine Kelly (MixedMedia) Merch: https://darcistore.shop/ Out now everywhere: https://stem.ffm.to/darcikaycyyswerve Keep Up https://www.instagram.com/darksidedar... https://twitter.com/darksidedarci?lan... https://open.spotify.com/artist/1lAvO...   / darksidedarci     / darksidedarci   — ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— ¨— Lyrics: Shawty got the curves, gotta swerve when I drive Been up with her, been turnt for the vibe Mix up the syrup, need personal time We got the work, like birds, let them fly Been lost, been gone in your mixture Long nights on the road won’t fix us You and I, do or die, I miss us Butterfly like the doors I lift up I lift up Double my liquor Hit up When you hit my line I’ll pick up I been back and forth driving sport Street ripped up Notice I ignore sus people I’m sick of No time No time What you care about? My heart still scarred Couldn't tear it out Big city longs lines We can air it out Been ready, all right Send the whereabouts (Go!) Shawty got the curves, gotta swerve when I drive Been up with her, been turnt for the vibe Mix up the syrup, need personal time We got the work, like birds, let them fly Been lost, been gone in your mixture Long nights on the road won’t fix us You and I, do or die, I miss us Butterfly like the doors I lift up You and I, f*ck the crowd, it’s just us You and I freeze the time What’s distance? Saw your love on the side and it was instant I can’t share what is mine, you’re my business Back it up for a n**ga, be my witness Shawty pressure, Ima flood her with some diamonds She’d rather Paris, she ain’t thinking bout the islands Cameras flashing on you, baby you so stylish (Yeah!) Shawty got the curves, gotta swerve when I drive Been up with her, been turnt for the vibe Mix up the syrup, need personal time We got the work, like birds, let them fly Been lost, been gone in your mixture Long nights on the road won’t fix us You and I, do or die, I miss us Butterfly like the doors I lift up