(Yuhhh, swag shit!)
Came with a different swag but I appreciate the old fashion
Switching lanes, really hoping that I don't crash with you
All that other shit so frivolous it don't matter
We paved the way, showed you how to do it please don't act a fool
I'm on they ass, not the same young nigga from back then
I'm gone paint on shorty face cause she love how I get them racks in yuh
See these lyrics is guaranteed trill
She needa quit acting with me cause her body on demon I'm ready to kill it
Why you always coming around if you ain't locked in, tryna get in the business
I don't wanna talk no more that shit you said had me in my feelings
Don't got no bucks for a hoe cause we gone f*ck I know she with it
Don't know how to be yo self when we pop out in public ya always pretending
I might as well give them hail I came from the sky, I really a drench you
When I seen the future couldn't believe my eyes, had to ask my brother to pinch me
Yeah, swag
If I give you the beans is you gone spill?
Gotta bad lil hoe up in Houston gone ride for life she ready to get it
Can't get too close to my body the way that it's going I'm probably the sickest
Imma give my whole family allowance I really ain't trippin' told cousin to spend it
Yeahh
(Swag)
(Swag)
(Swag shit)
(Swag)
I'm Lost in it yuh
I'm f*cked up
And gang know what I'm on if I get tore up
And she said what do you mean you just want more money? Yuh
It ain't no time to waste cause it's my time to run it up
It ain't no time for talking out ya neck just shut it up
And you can save them puppy tears and weak shit for the scrubs
I'm up now
The floors hot
Ain't no piping down you with the fins it's cool to pop the twat
I'm rappin' thoughts and feelings cause I'm f*cked up off the drugs
I'm sorry I ain't really been on my phone you callin' and at the club
I can't trust you
You won't come through
You ain't got no dawgy
You ain't with the troops
Words might leave you bruisin'
I can't talk to you nahh
I can't talk to you na
I can't get out the booth nahh
I can't get out the booth na
I can't just cut the truth
I can't just cut the truth!
(I can't just cut the truth)
Big Fish - OLD FASHIONED SWAG Lyrics
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(Yuhhh, swag shit!)
Came with a different swag but I appreciate the old fashion
Switching lanes, really hoping that I don't crash with you
All that other shit so frivolous it don't matter
We paved the way, showed you how to do it please don't act a fool
I'm on they ass, not the same young nigga from back then
I'm gone paint on shorty face cause she love how I get them racks in yuh
See these lyrics is guaranteed trill
She needa quit acting with me cause her body on demon I'm ready to kill it
Why you always coming around if you ain't locked in, tryna get in the business
I don't wanna talk no more that shit you said had me in my feelings
Don't got no bucks for a hoe cause we gone f*ck I know she with it
Don't know how to be yo self when we pop out in public ya always pretending
I might as well give them hail I came from the sky, I really a drench you
When I seen the future couldn't believe my eyes, had to ask my brother to pinch me
Yeah, swag
If I give you the beans is you gone spill?
Gotta bad lil hoe up in Houston gone ride for life she ready to get it
Can't get too close to my body the way that it's going I'm probably the sickest
Imma give my whole family allowance I really ain't trippin' told cousin to spend it
Yeahh
(Swag)
(Swag)
(Swag shit)
(Swag)
I'm Lost in it yuh
I'm f*cked up
And gang know what I'm on if I get tore up
And she said what do you mean you just want more money? Yuh
It ain't no time to waste cause it's my time to run it up
It ain't no time for talking out ya neck just shut it up
And you can save them puppy tears and weak shit for the scrubs
I'm up now
The floors hot
Ain't no piping down you with the fins it's cool to pop the twat
I'm rappin' thoughts and feelings cause I'm f*cked up off the drugs
I'm sorry I ain't really been on my phone you callin' and at the club
I can't trust you
You won't come through
You ain't got no dawgy
You ain't with the troops
Words might leave you bruisin'
I can't talk to you nahh
I can't talk to you na
I can't get out the booth nahh
I can't get out the booth na
I can't just cut the truth
I can't just cut the truth!
(I can't just cut the truth)
Came with a different swag but I appreciate the old fashion
Switching lanes, really hoping that I don't crash with you
All that other shit so frivolous it don't matter
We paved the way, showed you how to do it please don't act a fool
I'm on they ass, not the same young nigga from back then
I'm gone paint on shorty face cause she love how I get them racks in yuh
See these lyrics is guaranteed trill
She needa quit acting with me cause her body on demon I'm ready to kill it
Why you always coming around if you ain't locked in, tryna get in the business
I don't wanna talk no more that shit you said had me in my feelings
Don't got no bucks for a hoe cause we gone f*ck I know she with it
Don't know how to be yo self when we pop out in public ya always pretending
I might as well give them hail I came from the sky, I really a drench you
When I seen the future couldn't believe my eyes, had to ask my brother to pinch me
Yeah, swag
If I give you the beans is you gone spill?
Gotta bad lil hoe up in Houston gone ride for life she ready to get it
Can't get too close to my body the way that it's going I'm probably the sickest
Imma give my whole family allowance I really ain't trippin' told cousin to spend it
Yeahh
(Swag)
(Swag)
(Swag shit)
(Swag)
I'm Lost in it yuh
I'm f*cked up
And gang know what I'm on if I get tore up
And she said what do you mean you just want more money? Yuh
It ain't no time to waste cause it's my time to run it up
It ain't no time for talking out ya neck just shut it up
And you can save them puppy tears and weak shit for the scrubs
I'm up now
The floors hot
Ain't no piping down you with the fins it's cool to pop the twat
I'm rappin' thoughts and feelings cause I'm f*cked up off the drugs
I'm sorry I ain't really been on my phone you callin' and at the club
I can't trust you
You won't come through
You ain't got no dawgy
You ain't with the troops
Words might leave you bruisin'
I can't talk to you nahh
I can't talk to you na
I can't get out the booth nahh
I can't get out the booth na
I can't just cut the truth
I can't just cut the truth!
(I can't just cut the truth)
Writer: Cortland Wilson, Benjamin T
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