The Best Of A Swaecation (A Swae Lee Fanfiction)

Touch Down

Young Money!
I'm in the UK
FaNaTiX

Just touch down inna the airport (Mm-hmm)
Tracksuit and me airforce (Mm-hmm)
All of me gyal dem love me (Mm-hmm)
All the one weh seh me ugly (Mm-hmm)
She go spot me designer (Mm-hmm)
She wan' give me the vagina (Mm-hmm)
Everything a from London Bond Street
Nothing never come from China (Mm-hmm)
A me pop off me tag dem (Mm-hmm)
Me new Benz it a mad dem (Mm-hmm)
Everyday me a swag dem (Mm-hmm)
Louis deh pon mi bag dem (Mm-hmm)

See me no too swim me no like beach
And me too black me no like bleach (What?)
Phone no stop ring when a night reach
Even your girl wan' try piece

Same suh we dweet (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
Suh me dweet (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)

Ayo!
Just touched down inna the G5 (Mm-hmm)
You know I'm buzzin' like a beehive (Mm-hmm)
We still bumpin' to dat C5 (Mm-hmm)
Fendi prints pon mi knee highs (Mm-hmm)
Body goodie so mi mad dem (Mm-hmm)
Face pretty, me ah problem (Mm-hmm)
Everything from Paris, Milan
Straight off the runway when I grab dem (Mm-hmm)
Platinum plaques in my office (Mm-hmm)
Turned down million dollar offers (Mm-hmm)
I don't fuck with the middle man low ranks (Mm-hmm)
I'ma only meet with the bosses (Mm-hmm)
Si mi nuh too swim, mi no like beach
Gal dem wah mi give 'em, mi nah like teach
Ride the dick good when mi man reach
Now your boyfriend wan try piece

Same suh we dweet (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
Suh me dweet (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)

Just touched down like NASA (Mm-hmm)
Nicki pum-pum fatter (Mm-hmm)
While you deh a your job (Mm-hmm)
Your girl givin' me a blowjob (Mm-hmm)
Ha-ha-ha-ha (Mm-hmm)
More balls than Liverpool (Mm-hmm)
Well bad dawg, we no fool
This yah Beretta yah nyam nuff nigga food (Mm-hmm)
Jah know da riddim yah sick, you see (Mm-hmm)
Fuck Vicky, make Nicki see (Mm-hmm)
Me haffi represent Brixton (Mm-hmm)
Pon the bloodclaat Brit Jam, big song (Mm-hmm)
She a boom off mi hood inna the front seat
Me cum, she cum plea head up fi it
Count G's, bun weed, hump fee don't come cheap
Steppin' inna the club, nuff punk leave

Just touch round a di hotspot (Mm-hmm)
Have a mill inna the rack sack (Mm-hmm)
Tell Biggy seh fi lock that (Mm-hmm)
But him busy pan him WhatsApp (Mm-hmm)
Seh a gyal want link fi the fat cock (Mm-hmm)
Me seh dog just maths dat (Mm-hmm)
Man a shooter me never miss so anytime gyal want back shot (Mm-hmm)
Put that money pon di table (Mm-hmm)
Meck me friends them live life dare to
Me a celebrate dem a celebrate to (Mm-hmm)
Tell 'em gyal deh fi stay to (Mm-hmm)

See me no too swim me like beach
And me too black me no like bleach
Phone no stop ring when a night reach
Even your girl wan' try piece

Same suh we dweet (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)
Suh me dweet (Mm-hmm, mm-hmm)

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I wake up lying on top of Swae, with a pounding headache and the apex of my thighs being a little sore.

"Oh God, what happened." I whispered to myself.

"We drank a lot and I fucked you crazy." Swae answered in his tired, morning voice and wrapped his arms tighter around me.

I kissed his lips, before being interrupted by Slim Jxmmi on the other side of the door trying to get us to come out and view the sight of Puerto Rico.

"I guess we just touched down." Swae said.

"Well, let's shower before we see that view." I said and pulled him out of bed.

Our luxury yacht has three bedrooms and this one that Swae and I are in has its own bathroom.

In the shower, Swae poured body wash on both of us.