Lyrics:
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
Please excuse my fuckin' swag
Please excuse my fuckin' swag
I said, please excuse my fuckin' swag, all my denim gotta sag
All my shirts they gotta
Please excuse my fuckin' swag
Please excuse my fuckin' swag
I said, please excuse my fuckin' swag
All my denim gotta sag
All my shirts they gotta
yeah, yeah, yeah
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,
If you got some cash, let's go
If you got that swag, let's go (uh, uh, yeah)
If you got some cash, let's go
If you got that swag, let's go (uh, uh,
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)
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)
Birkin bag
She got pink lyfe swag
Pink lyfe swag
Pink lyfe swag
Pink lyfe swag
Just to dress like me (Like me)
You know it takes lots of swag (Swag)
Tryna
that's flavors
Colors on colors, that's flavors
Swag on swag, that's flavor
I'm sippin' yellow with green in it
I'm on the track, put my spleen in it
Fuck
move yeah
Sorry the quop make me move yeah
My bitch she count more than you yeah
My bitch she swag more than you yeah
Sorry the swag make her drool
need to spend my cash
Cos my swag’s not hard to see
Cos my swag don’t lie
You can’t deny
You feeling right yeah
You’ll be alright
Just being by my side
"A-Team" try to constrain me to my seat
Turn around, hit 'em with a swag chair
Skeet skeet
Next up, 'had
A special appearance by NAM's Zach Love X
Swag
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 know I'm
Checkuj jak to leje baus, koukni se na hřebce
Nedoporučuju zkoušet pičoviny, kriple
Mý zmrdi maj tvrdý paty, ti projde po lebce
Kouřim super gas, co by ti
super gas, co by ti odjebal plíce
Jsem tak trochu feťák a už to mám i v polívce
Na parketě kundě odjebu její střevíce (Kurvo)
Všechny oči na mý kroky jako
Akomi ti poju
Ak ak ak akomi ti poju
True talk
Match ten's on my black shade
Hustle like the zero I E to the cash grace
Gold pocket ain't talk about
HOOK
Set my ephod like my tac vest filled with mags of scrip
When I kit up get this work its more than swag or drip
Set my ephod like my tac vest
fate
Being on the road
To open a new gate
Welcome to my new state skrrrr
We're moving Step by Step (Yeah)
Yeah that's the new anthem (Yeah)
Yeah we're
on the flat sceen
got my dope boys swag
rockin to the rythm
i dont do the gucci bags but my hoes fuck wit em
nick tat it up jus tat it up ??? tat it up
hatas
no warning (Swag)
Who wanna get high? (Swag)
Who wanna get high? (Swag)
Who wanna get high? (Swag)
Who wanna get high? (Figaro)
Who wanna get high?
on my VLONE, ooh
Yeah (I swag, swag, swag, swag, what?)
I cannot fuck with these people
(I cannot, i cannot)
I just be flexing these people
(I just be, i
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
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.
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