Lyrics:
Swizzy, need y'all to take y'all rags out, man, T.I
And let it swang, swang, swang, swang
Let it swang, swang, swang, swang
Alright, okay, I don't
Whoo! Whoo!
Swizzy
Need y'all t take y'all rags out man
T.I.
And let it swang
Swang
Swang
Swang
Let it swang
Swang
Swang
Alright (alright) okay
Whoo! Whoo!
Swizzy
Need y'all t take y'all rags out man
T.I.
And let it swang
Swang
Swang
Swang
Let it swang
Swang
Swang
Alright (alright) okay
Swing ya rag
[Introduction]
Woo! (Zay!)
Need y'all to take y'all rags out, man (The Pied Phifer!)
cnd let it swing, swing, swing, swing
Let it
I like this shit
I don't dance (I don't dance) , no way (Yes)
I just take my Louis rag out and
Wave it 'round in the air
Til the Casket Drops
Take my
I got my rag out, uh
Bitch was so damn excited, she just lost count, uh
I got checks like Nike, get nigga checked out, uh
Gotta make 'em pay for
Down in Atlanta on Harris Street
That's where the boys and girls do meet
Doin' that rag, that Georgia Rag
Out in the alley, in the street
Every
Mariah, I seen the big black Ford
Well, he's all boxed up on a red belle dame
Hunted Black Johnny with a blind man's cane
A yellow bullet with a rag out in
Mariah, I seen the big black Ford
Well he's all boxed up on a red belle dame
Hunted Black Johnny with a blind man's cane
A yellow bullet with a rag out
with a strap out
Just got done mixin' dope in the traphouse, black out
Back out, rags out, stack house, tap out
Trigger finger itchy, lookin' for opps
i got bags out (Bags out)
Nah this aint no uber bitch this a coupe so get yo ass out (Skrrt)
Riding round wit 4’s man and all these niggas rags out
got until you're put out of your misery
Rag doll, livin' in a movie
Hot tramp, daddy's little cutie
You're so fine, they'll never see ya leavin' by
flag
We want our crown
Rag tag flag
Baby baby I'll do what I can
LA's just a rag tag hag
Raise that flag out high
We'll rock out like Princess Di
Crash
Now I made it out went from rags to dem riches
Now I made it out went from rags to dem riches
Jumping off da porch when I was twelve I ain't listen
I
and rags out of style
The fashion’s sense got terrified
a pirate attack
an exposed
boat in flame
nobody used to prepare the children
instead a school bag
Get out of yo feelings is you on the rag
Get out of yo feelings man y'all are too sad
Get out of yo feelings get of yo feelings ye
Maybe on Monday,
too
Snoop pulled the rag out, shit, I went and bought that car too
That shit was hard too
Run up on it while mt son inside it
The .40'll spin your
Whole lotta bunnies flocking, tell me when I roll out
I been rolling on dubs, coin collecting, keep it sonic blue
Blue rags and house shoes, they know
Pimpin' these loose hoes
(Out here)
They creepin' don't you know
(They out here)
Red rags with big GATs
(Stay out here)
Money bags and dope sacks
(It's out
shit
I wanna make it out, go from rags to riches
I can't fuck with none of these niggas, they snitches
And I can never give my love to them bitches
All
supposed to get to school
I hopped every backyard on my block
'Till I got to Elm Street, took the rag out my sock
And I could have been a Crip but I ain't
to fly
But I'll put us on the map
When I put us on the map
I'll be throwing out my rags
Cause all of that shit got me caught up in my past
Talk about my
got until you're put out of your misery
Rag doll, livin' in a movie
Hot tramp, daddy's little cutie
You're so fine, they'll never see ya leavin' by
line
Down in the train yard out by the stockyard
Butchers with aprons hack meat in the snow
Blood has the brothers pulsing with envy
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