Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Watch Me , by - Gorilla Zoe. Release date: 16.03.2009
Song language: English
Watch Me |
| So where your swag now? |
| Huh? |
| You swagged out now. |
| Watch me |
| Motherfucker |
| Watch me |
| Motherfucker |
| Watch me |
| With some Louis shoes, (Louis shoes) |
| The Louis bag, (Louis bag) |
| The Louis hat, (Louis hat) |
| The Louis rag, (Louis rag) |
| See you swagged today, |
| But it’s gone tomorrow, |
| Where your swag at? |
| I guess your swag is borrowed. |
| (they say) |
| Diamonds are a girls best friend (best friend) |
| Yeeah, I just use 'em as a wrist band. |
| Do these True Religion jeans make me Christian? |
| And are these Christian Dior’s for a blind man, |
| 'Cause they’re so dark, I can’t see y’all, |
| A nigga need a flash light just to see y’all, (yeah) |
| Turn my wrist into a flash light to see y’all, |
| And turn my watch into a glow ball, weed ball, (let's get some) |
| So where your swag at? |
| Huh? |
| You swagged out (yeah) |
| You got these hoes walkin 'round with they ass out, (DAMN) |
| Can you see the shittin on these niggas and they asked out, (yuh) |
| So where your swag now? |
| Huh? |
| You swagged out now. |
| Watch me |
| Motherfucker |
| Watch me |
| Motherfucker |
| Watch me |
| When I wear my watch, |
| I can’t help but notice |
| That it’s time to shine, |
| So I’m Mr. Focus, |
| I’m looking for the rakes, I’m looking for the stakes, |
| You, the Stacks on Deck, then where the money at? |
| Where the whips at, where your bitches dog, |
| Stand and brace yourself, lookin like a sick dog. |
| So many hoes on my balls I can’t get 'em off, |
| So many cars in my garage I can’t even ball, |
| Ha-huh-ha-huh-huh, |
| And we don’t use cash no more, (yeah) |
| Whatchu use is credit cards now |
| Okay, what else, yeah it’s bank cards now, |
| Okay, what else, the bank calls us now, (let's go) |
| So where your swag at? |
| Huh? |
| You swagged out (yeah) |
| You got these hoes walkin 'round with they ass out, (DAMN) |
| Can you see the shittin on these niggas and they asked out, (yuh) |
| So where your swag now? |
| Huh? |
| You swagged out now. |
| Watch me |
| Motherfucker |
| Watch me |
| Motherfucker |
| Watch me |
| BACK FROM THE FUTURE, |
| Future lookin gist, |
| Swag so sick, |
| I coulda been a gypsy, |
| Scarred from my neck, just like I was a pilot, |
| Swag so sick, you woulda swore I had a stylist, |
| Your money showed up, but shit my money piled, |
| Glowing bands in the club, man I call that shit whylin' |
| Swaggajack a nigga, man that shit childish, |
| I been had swagger ever since I was a child, (bitch) |
| These niggas lookin sick, I guess they swag is missin', (it's lost) |
| You could call me for some Swag Assistance, (right now) |
| All I ask is that you pay tuition, (it's life) |
| And read the terms and conditions, (GO) |
| So where your swag at? |
| Huh? |
| You swagged out (yeah) |
| You got these hoes walkin 'round with they ass out, (DAMN) |
| Can you see the shittin on these niggas and they asked out, (yuh) |
| So where your swag now? |
| Huh? |
| You swagged out now. |
| Watch me |
| Motherfucker |
| Watch me |
| Motherfucker |
| Watch me |
| Watch me (fucker watch) |