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Albums:

Passport Swag (Yung Berg) · Swag Flu (Soulja Boy) · Swag (Gilby Clarke) · Pretty Boy Swag (Soulja Boy) · Pretty Boy Swag (DJ Interpolate) · Pretty Boy Swag (Soulja Boy) · Swag! (Paul Anthony) · Russian Swag (Money Gang) · Swag (Gilby Clarke) · Swag Surfin' [Digital Single] (F.L.Y. (Fast Life Yungstaz)) – and 4 other albums »


my (swag) (pucker up)
Just kiss just kiss my (swag)
Just kiss, just kiss, kiss my (swag)

I gotta save myself, 'cause I'm just by myself
Keep
around and round house somebody
Shoes by Louie, sippin' on Louie
Look I cant even lie all my bitches know I'm Louie
One thing about young, young swag
around and round house somebody
Shoes by Louie, sippin' on Louie
Look I cant even lie all my bitches know I'm Louie
One thing about young, young swag
grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner I'ma check yo ass
Yeah, I'm fresh to death, so baby, check my swag

Check my swag
around and round house somebody
Shoes by Louie, sippin' on Louie
Look I cant even lie all my bitches know I'm Louie
One thing about young, young swag
around and round house somebody
Shoes by Louie, sippin' on Louie
Look I cant even lie all my bitches know I'm Louie
One thing about young, young swag
around and round house somebody
Shoes by Louie, sippin' on Louie
Look I cant even lie all my bitches know I'm Louie
One thing about young, young swag
around and round house somebody
Shoes by Louie, sippin' on Louie
Look I cant even lie all my bitches know I'm Louie
One thing about young, young swag
around and round house somebody
Shoes by Louie, sippin' on Louie
Look I cant even lie all my bitches know I'm Louie
One thing about young, young swag
This is what I believe he says, too lazy to correct line-by-line…:
“Fuck swag
Fuck swag
Fuck swag
Fuck swag
Swag

15’s in the back
house somebody
Shoes by louie, sippin on louie
Look I can't even lie all my bitches know I'm louie
One thing about young, young swag wit it
Da only nigga
love him)
(Even though they girlfriend wanna fuck him, I guess)
Gotta be my swag

[T.I.]
Gettin' money in Frisco, wearin' my raincoat
See I'm
try-try-try
When you walk by you're the only one that catches my eye-eye-eye

All you gotta do is read the signs
The exit is to the right,
I don't know
Get your hands up if you out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I gotta hold it down for my out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah yeah
and my seat in the sky,
I'll quit punchin' cows in the sweet by and by.

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass
I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag
and my seat in the sky,
I'll quit punchin' cows in the sweet by and by.

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
and my seat in the sky,
I'll quit punchin' cows in the sweet by and by.

Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea,
Come a ti yi yippee, come a ti yi yea.
the world
They keep callin? me, they call me
Paparazzi, they be follow me, they all be
Hopin? that they get a shot of me

It's my swag, they wonder what's so
Man I got that swag
My hat matches my bag
You know I'm popping tags
'Cause man I got that swag

Man I got that swag
My hat matches my bag
You
I don't really think she want me back then, she want me now
She can play games all she wants, she cannot pretend, she like my style
I got swag now, I
Hahahaha, somebody better tell 'em mayne
They swag owe my swag everythang
It's very plain to see you study me awful hard
To the point that my swag need
the tags
Spent some grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line with me partner I'm a check yo ass
I'm fresh to death so baby check my swag
eat ya heart out (sucka' nigga)
I'm too advanced super swag, and my Louis pants
Falling on my Louis shoes, shirt match my Louis rag

Alright (alright)
a Gucci rag
Tied to my belt loop and my Louis bag
Full of stacks rubber bands round big cash
Got a sick swag tell the haters get mad, come on
We in the club