Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Swagger , by - Giggs. Song from the album Walk in da Park, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 03.08.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SN1
Song language: English
Swagger |
| Yes |
| Grind |
| Yeah |
| Running up the sets again |
| I’m having fun with it, you know them ones |
| These niggas are struggling out here |
| Boom |
| Just got me a sprayer pump |
| Came out in my Nike suit, and my red dunks |
| Came out in the right mood, Imma clean up |
| Been up since the stars, sun and the clouds touched |
| And I done about 20 shots, and I parked up |
| Stepped out the whip, yo saw, they were starstruck |
| Young bucks, so I just wait, and they all blushed |
| Wrote Grind on their school books, they were all touched |
| Boom buck what I’ve heard new stuff |
| Told him all that I’ve bought, he said 'Ah, fuck!' |
| Hung up, look for some creps, for the last touch |
| Tried some Air Force in the 9, got a size up |
| DJs ringing my line for some hot dubs |
| Claim that they’re playing some hard stuff, but it’s not us |
| Didn’t wanna to play our tunes, when we |
| Now they’re all up in our shit like some bum-fluff |
| Stop now, go back 4 lines, feel my new style |
| In my new clothes, I put them in my nice house |
| Stayed in, took a nice nap, for a nice while |
| Woke up, feeling all fresh and it’s night now |
| Came out, drawed a hot ting, fucked her brains out |
| Change out of the sweaty suit, and it’s stained out |
| Line rings, so I run quick to the trap house |
| Bagged up about 30 draws, now I’m staying out |
| Ain’t my swagger great? |
| My little shop in West End, that’s my swagger place |
| Stepped in with a happy face |
| Told him give me two coats, like a can of paint |
| I’m a black yout' |
| That cute, chicks looking like I’m that yout' |
| Fat zoot, black boots, cap’s new |
| Went Spiderman 3, with the black suit |
| Been in the trap like 3 months |
| Go and get your own dough, this ain’t a free lunch |
| Fam I make my own dough, look at me stunt |
| Fur coat packs a mean punch |
| Green skunk, leaf blunt |
| I can do this all day just let the beat run |
| Sweet tongue, he runs when the beats done |
| You just took my whole flow, made a cheap one |
| I can make a mixtape before the weeks' done |
| When you make a CD it’s kinda weak son |
| You could drop a CD, get a week’s run |
| Ard Bodied months later, that’s the streets done |
| Ard Bodied that’s the streets one |
| Hollowman and Dubz on the streets tongue |
| Drop Walk in da Park, that’s my heat done |
| They’ll be banging me again, like a re-run |
| Fam I’m just chilling |
| I just kicked the door off, left the shit swinging |
| No nit picking, no dick clinging |
| Four years of knockbacks, got the fifth in him |
| It was hard luck |
| Went to throw the towel in, you can ask Buck |
| Now we roll up and we park up |
| Jump out of the whip, women starstruck |
| They’re like 'ah fuck' |
| That’s that nigga that always drops the hard stuff |
| Little daft sluts |
| Wanna laugh up, touch my arse up |
| Fuck a hard nut |
| Niggas know me from the hood, when the star-struck |
| You’ll be seeing stardust |
| Ain’t talking coffee shots when my star-bucks |