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