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Swagga So Sikk (feat. Louisiana Ca$h)

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What it do, man Quikkdraw in da buildin' blood, sweat, hustle, fam You know, I'm all in Fresh cut, fresh kicks I'm ballin', man You know, let's get it Swagger so sick, no Swagger, no sticks, no seeds Just a good bag of this shit Good weed when I wake up I'm Sayin' my prayers in the morning Then I'm off to my spot to get my cake up my kicks Be on point, my fit Duffybanybody who want it Could get it, my boy, trust me Mug on mean I'm pourin' a four of that juice So when we hit the club, the thugs gon' lean Got the chicken heads jocked out I still ride with the Glock out Down the pot shots out Round my way, niggas clown and knock cops off Then ride around town in the drop with the top off I'm the real McCoy, my boy, but y'all knock off No beef to eat, then sweet, no hot sauce Told them get on my level, them niggas got lost I'm the one, you niggas not boss That's cause my Swagger so sick When they see me, they be throwin' up Swagger so sick When they see me, they be throwin' up Check me out now Check me out now Check me out now Check me out now Swagger so sick When I pull up, women cuttin' up Tellin' myself that I ain't goin' here for no trouble, but if Haters in here doin' they thing, shit, I'ma do me I'm a hater hurta, Popeyes, I'm givin' a two-piece Get high, hit the Popeyes, give me a two-piece Two extra orders of fries, cause we done blew three Ain't your name quick? I holla out, who me Yeah, baby, quick draw, two K's and no C I used to move a P to a O.Z With the best D up in the game, and I ain't talkin' bout a 4'3 Pants full of metal, please don't make me use it I'll make sure you dance with the devil She diggin' my bauds, my pants, they a shevel Got a pocket full of grams and grands, it's whatever she Diggin' my bauds, my pants, they a shevel Got a pocket full of grams and grands, it's whatever Cause my Swagger so sick When they see me, they be throwin' up Swagger so sick When they see me, they be throwin' up My swagger so sick My shirt, my kicks, my fit Can you please stay off my dick My clique so thick, hit the club do it large Drankin' Paul mason straight, niggas goin' hard Hoes boppin' on the kid, thinkin' that I'm stunner Tell the waitress, give me the bottle, that cost a hundred I don't know what y'all doin' but me, I'm gettin' money Swag sick, swag stupid, so niggas be actin' funny Say quick, I'm in the VIP, lookin' for a bitch From the Ject, but she go to LSU and ride dick Have a breakin bread with me, make her my side chick If you stack my bread up, it's, standin' like 5'6 Back to the club, back to the wall With my hat real low and I'm postin' with my dawg Got some good in the Gar, got the pistol in the car C-A, ain't dollar be the shit, get a doctor in this bitch Cause my Swagger so sick When they see me, they be throwin' up Swagger so sick When they see me, they be throwin' up Check me out now
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