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Zendaya [Enhanced] (Zendaya) · Zendaya (Zendaya) · 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) – and 90 other albums »


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
The exit is to the right,
I don't know your name
But love your smile,
I love the way you put it down, down, down

If you wanna know I like an out
your name
But love your smile,
I love the way you put it down, down, down, down

If you were more like an out of town girl, girl, girl, yeah, yeah, yeah
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
blowing strong like a fan
And my chain shining hard it just gave my neck a tan
Pockets on Popeye cause they swoll of that spinach
Peachtree swag you can
nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
She like the kid, my lifestyle what she wanting
Bottle after bottle by the bar, I be stunting
It's Gucci this, Gucci that, Gucci hat
Big doofy gat,
Aw shit
Three icy ass niggas from Odd Future doin' some crazy shit
By the way, we do punch bitches

I'm swagging bitch, I'm iced out
Oh you mad bitch
'cause his daughter got the swag of a vacuum (Aww, fuck it)
I'll take her to the back room, dungeon, fighting and punching
And now the slut is under
Yeah, it's Kells
Kells and o-j (ay ay)

Swag through the club throwin' money in the sky,
I can't lie, I'm a ball 'til I die,
Blunts of the good
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 special 'bout him)
(Why they
through traffic
It's Gucci Mane, you bastard
And I'm a known shoe-addict
Got em fallin out the attic
I'm a real hood classic
Zaythoven is nasty
Teamed
I said it must be cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be stripping off they clothes
And them
the stacks fall
And pull your rag out and wave it left, right
Let it sag wit ya pants get ya swag just right
Ride Bankhead flare flying out the Benz
Once
and bring the stars out
When it dark out, get the squad out
We ball hard sucka nigga eat your heart out
I'm too advanced super swag in my Louis pants
Ballin'
the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?

[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with
They see me shinin in the limelight
They see me shinin by myself and they say that I ain't right
Why is it that I had to grind on my own baby
V12 yeah
Attention please, attention please,
This feel like the whole entire world collapsed

Uh, this that yellow tape shit
They keep running out of it
over by the bar like pimping ain't easy

Well it ain't
All them faces in that Laker paint
Casa by the lake
Make a little nigga faint
Balling is
over by the bar like pimping ain't easy

Well it ain't
All them faces in that Laker paint
Casa by the lake
Make a little nigga faint
Balling is
a hustler spirit, nigga period
Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it
Check out my swag' yo, I walk like a ballplayer
No matter where you go, you are
Yeah, it's time to wake up
Wake up and cake up
It's 187.4 fm on your dial
The number 1 station via satellite, cd radio and your stereo
period
Check out my hat yo, peep the way I wear it
Check out my swag' yo, I walk like a ballplayer
No matter where you go, you are what you are player
the swag (swag)
And it's fresh off the lot, you can tell by the tag, what's up?

[Chorus]
It's about three in the morning (ay)
Gotta leave with
without running out of patience
Move in silence without running up in places
Cake by the layers
Rich but never famous
Hustle anonymous still remain nameless
take me somewhere
Probably mardi gras
In the club bitches kissing all on me
Like it's Mardi Gras
In my Adidas
When I'm stepping out of them cars
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