| I was like dag if I hear somebody brag
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| One more time in they rhyme all about they tight swag
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| I’m a write back and tell them what they might lack
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| I ain’t mad I just had to find where they minds at
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| So if it’s time to shine and the lights flash
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| Holding out my fingers to the sky in a tight grasp
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| Then run like Jerry Rice on a nice pass
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| Put a spotlight right on Jesus when the mic’s passed
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| I got a white tag plus a bright bag
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| That matches w/ my sneakers and the jeans got a slight sag
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| That ain’t the meanings where my lifes at
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| Its only found when I be proceeding down the right path
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| So if I speak I know they might laugh
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| But they never seeing what I’m seeing so I ride past
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| If I stop my breathing he decides that
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| Until that day just happens I keep leaning now in spite of that
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| (swagged out with my tags out with my tags out)
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| Oh you think you getting?
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| Oh you swagged out you think you bad now
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| You getting swagged out just with you’re tags out
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| You think you swagged you on that cash route
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| You better change now you gonna get mashed out
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| Hopped up out the bed turned ya swag on
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| Took a look at ya mirro on ya dad’s wall
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| Said whats up feel good about what you have on
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| Skinny jeans listening to you’re favorite rap songs
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| All black on fitted cap on
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| Culture really is who you are don’t think that’s wrong
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| Uh uh that’s how ye we’re shaped
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| But when swagger so thick we can’t see you’re faith then
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| That’s when God has got a problem
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| Bragging about yourself in the contents of ya album
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| Swagger is really arrogance hiding behind rhyming
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| Coolness eclipses the glory of God the father
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| That’s inherently wrong
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| When the glory of our God gets buried in you’re songs
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| So the next time you be on stage
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| Faith up swagger down so we can seek his face
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| These dudes content man is so sinful
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| I made it so simple put it on a slow tempo
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| They think they pimps but they more like pimples
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| They making little sense like a pennies and 4 nickels
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| You grow little you live in compromise
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| So when you live yo lives you living lies
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| The only way they big macking was the very time
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| You combined you’re fries with a number one supersized
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| I’m shooting for the skies so if I land on mars
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| I let him guide me like the grips on some handlebars
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| His hands were scarred so here’s a battle call
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| To stand out like hot pink on some camouflage
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| I’m standing strong in fact I’m standing on
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| The very rock whether off or the camera’s on
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| Yall can try and knock and go and slam the song
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| But did you ever stop to think man before you sing along |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Swagged Out With Tags Out (Feat. Da' T.R.U.T.H.) , by - Kj-52. Song from the album Five-Two Television, in the genre Поп