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tana & Lancey Foux - swaggin like this [Dir. by @DotComNirvan]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
tana
tana
Vocals
Lancey Foux
Lancey Foux
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gian Luca Baba
Gian Luca Baba
Songwriter
Steven D. Lewis
Steven D. Lewis
Songwriter
Ethan McCallum-Williams
Ethan McCallum-Williams
Songwriter
Cade Blodgett
Cade Blodgett
Songwriter
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Danny Lee Snodgrass, Jr.
Songwriter
Lance Omal
Lance Omal
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
pinkgrillz88
pinkgrillz88
Producer
Taz Taylor
Taz Taylor
Producer
Joseph Colmenero
Joseph Colmenero
Mixing Engineer
CADE
CADE
Producer
xgiannii
xgiannii
Producer

Lyrics

(Giannii) Gon' be myself forever, fuck what them people say You said we was forever, then left me the next day And I ain't come to play Comin' for necks, like, count your days 'Cause it ain't another way (another way) (Yeah, bitch) No, I cannot give you a dollar (no) I step when my feet in that Prada (that Prada) (Okay, let's go) This real Givenchy on my collar (Givenchy on my collar) Lil' gentleman, bitch, I'm a scholar (lil' bitch) Bitch, I'm swaggin' like this 'cause I wanna (swaggin' like this 'cause I wanna) I'm on my fuck all them niggas shit (fuck all them niggas) I took a trip to the dentist, bitch (trip to the dentist) Now I got diamonds between my lips (diamonds between) I gotta keep me a cooler kit (cooler kit) 'Cause you know I might just shoot a bitch (shoot a bitch) You gotta watch who you coolin' with (coolin' with) A nigga move wrong, I might shoot this bitch up (buh, buh) Gon' be myself forever (myself), fuck what them people say (they say) You said we was forever, then left me the next day And I ain't come to play Comin' for necks, like, count your days 'Cause it ain't another way (another way) Gon' be myself forever (myself forever), fuck what them people say You said we was forever, then left me the next day And I ain't come to play Comin' for necks, like, count your days 'Cause it ain't another way (another way) (Yeah, chyeah, bitch) No, I cannot give you a dollar (no, ha) I step when my feet in that Prada (that Prada, ooh, whoa) (Okay, let's go) This real Givenchy on my collar (Givenchy on my collar, ha) Lil' gentleman, bitch, I'm a scholar (yeah) Bitch, I'm swaggin' like this 'cause I wanna (Oh-oh, whoa) Pull it up, start a play, huh See how I seize the day, huh See how I snatch your bae, ooh-ooh, oh Uh, see how I trim her waist, uh (her waist) She ready to catch a fade (a fade) Wadey, I shoot in the rain, uh She attracted to my pain, uh (to my pain) She ready to claim my name (claim, whoa) I know she won't complain When the G-Wagon switchin' the lanes I love to see her naked (whoa), everything about her true Tryna understand her moves, I know what she wanna do, ooh-ooh Gon' be myself forever (chyeah), fuck what them people say (ha) You said we was forever, then left me the next day And I ain't come to play Comin' for necks, like, count your days 'Cause it ain't another way (another way) (Yeah, bitch) No, I cannot give you a dollar (no) I step when my feet in that Prada (that Prada, ha, chyeah) (Okay, let's go) This real Givenchy on my collar (Givenchy on my collar, ooh-ooh) Lil' gentleman, bitch, I'm a scholar (oh, yeah) Bitch, I'm swaggin' like this 'cause I wanna (swaggin' like this 'cause I wanna)
Writer(s): Steven Lewis, Lance Omal, Ethan Mccallum Williams, Gian Baba, Cade Blodgett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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