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My swag is in order, nigga, image is a must
Six digit's on the car, nigga, that's a plus
Six hundred for the jeans
I never pull my pants up already there
Why you tryna get your grams up
I put your hoe in handcuffs
I take her hostage
I see you walkin round, short arms
Deep pockets i live to see a profit
You down to break even
I'm really in the clear
You niggas stay leakin
You niggas just ain't eatin
Pick another lane rap game, crack game
You should pick another game
I'm headed for the jeweler
Bout to pick another chain
Then I go to the pad
Bout to stick another dame
I rock, I roll i'm fly, I know
You broke, you mad
Turn your swag, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up
See I'm a rock and roll all-star
A hip hop legend
I eat the track up, now where is my beverage
I belch bars, excuse my presents
And I charge for every letter
Like a fuckin text message
Chrome on, shades on, game on
And my V-Neck is pushed like Mason
You can't fuck with me, man
You're like Weak Man to me, man
What up, blood what up, blood
What up, gangsta
Belt game banging, chain game slanging
Weezy F Baby, the shit still stankin
I rock, I roll i'm fly, I know
You broke, you mad
Turn your swag, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up
Fat boy go hard, you not like I
You dope man fresh, I'm kingpin fly
My team on point, my swag on ten
My doe don't fold, my cash don't bend
My doors go up, my sounds up loud
You are nothing
But another face in the crowd
Corner store John Doe, lookin for a name
The shit you provide me
Is nothing to the game
I'm the leader of the pack
You can tell by the talk
I'm a bonified star, you can tell by the walk
One hand on my nuts, the other on a stack
You lookin for doe
I can show you where it's at
I rock, I roll i'm fly, I know
You broke, you mad
Turn your swag, turn it up
Turn it up, turn it up
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