| Everybody in my city pushing keys and that’s all these kids see
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| That’s the only thing they hear then that’s the only thing they’ll be,
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| We call it swag, swag, swag
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| We call it swag, swag, swag
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| The homies is busting slugs, the women is shaking ass
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| The white girls call us «nigga» and we just sit back and laugh
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| And call it swag, swag, swag
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| We call it swag, swag, swag
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| I am no preacher, bitch I’m a teacher
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| More like a thinker, dreamer, believer — pick one
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| A thousand albums came out last year and I ain’t get one
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| Cause these boys looking like man-tan
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| I make hits like Grand Slam
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| Never had a problem keeping up
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| These boys' songs sound weak as fuck
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| I ain’t thinking 'bout easing up, I’m going hard
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| Till my lease is up and my time will be creeping up
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| It’s only right that I tell ‘em (tell ‘em)
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| Don’t buy into everything that these rappers are selling (selling)
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| Thinking that they winning but really these niggas failin'
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| Your people and they need to feed evil to the streets who made you
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| Raised you on great food
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| My Mama didn’t raise no dummy
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| I’ll never let a motherfucker think for me
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| Tell the bitch that it’s 'bout to get ugly
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| 'Bout to hit the game harder than some rugby
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| Everybody in my city pushing keys and that’s all these kids see
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| That’s the only thing they hear then that’s the only thing they’ll be,
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| We call it swag, swag, swag
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| We call it swag, swag, swag
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| The homies is busting slugs, the women is shaking ass
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| The white girls call us «nigga» and we just sit back and laugh
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| And call it swag, swag, swag
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| We call it swag, swag, swag
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| Is anybody on the next level with me?
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| I’m hearing niggas dissing God, y’all think it’s witty
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| I ain’t laughing, we don’t play in Mississippi
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| Even when I was broke, selling my soul wasn’t tempting
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| Let a white cop shoot a black kid
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| You’ll see a few tweets, that’s it
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| He’ll march for a minute, that’s it
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| Get a new outfit and a dance like this:
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| Cook! |
| Swag! |
| (Woo!) Cook! |
| Swag! |
| (Woo!)
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| Black kid dead and ain’t nobody mad
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| They won’t speak the truth, these niggas been scared
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| Call my flow the pudding, the proof’s in there
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| I say the shit they say I shouldn’t, I ain’t never cared
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| I been everywhere, took game spit it and left it there
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| I brought a couple of slugs to yo hood, pray I don’t leave ‘em there
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| I hope that you don’t give me a reason, double dare
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| I’m hard to scare, I’m what they fear, a black planet
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| Startin' here
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| Everybody in my city pushing keys and that’s all these kids see
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| That’s the only thing they hear then that’s the only thing they’ll be,
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| We call it swag, swag, swag
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| We call it swag, swag, swag
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| The homies is busting slugs, the women is shaking ass
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| The white girls call us «nigga» and we just sit back and laugh
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| And call it swag, swag, swag
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| We call it swag, swag, swag |