Listen to My Swag (feat. Don Chief & Jim Jones) by Big Chief

My Swag (feat. Don Chief & Jim Jones)

Big Chief

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Aye, Don Chief baby, Eat Greedy Boyz man We wanna juss let deez boyz know, you know I think dey like our swag man, you said I dew it fa da hood, I dew it fa da streets Dem Get Money Boyz, 7 dayz of da week She lookin at my chains, she know dat I'm a balla If I hit her 1 time, I might not call her Wrist game thoed, neck game nice Gold grill shinin, imagine da price Feet game raw, straight from tha swamps Cool if Versace wit it, pocket got da mumps Don Chief baby, no one flya 26 baby and I'm bout ta retire Grounds round my neck, symbolize money Ridin threw da city like everythang funny Chewin on my stick, people ask why Tailor made lynon got me lookin real fly Talk real slick, summin like a pimp Da world mind baby, put my name on a blimp I set up in tha club, ride on 24's Hoes look and stare at tha automatic doors I thank she like my swag, I thank she like my swag I thank she like my swag dawg, I thank she like my swag I pull up in da club, boyz show me love Tha gangstaz, tha thugs, tha crips and da bloods I thank dey like my swag, I thank dey like my swag I thank dey like my swag dawg, I thank dey like my swag If she like my swag, she thinks I like ta brag I think she like my pinky ice and all a nigga's splash Play my game flat, put her on smash Poured her champagne, told em put it on my tab Itz all about da cash, splash, his Benz we be drivin Wit 200 on tha dash, man I meant we be flyin Stable 4 engine, but it soundin like I'm lyin If I say da way I'm livin might be soundin like I'm lyin Like summer time, I ain't know cars came wit roofs All da time they have me thinkin dat Mars was my roof I'm juss kiddin but this shit is juss ridiculous Da horses on da whip, dat mean da shit gon' gitty up (rollin da horse) Cuz he, know dem Greedy Boyz droppin cash at tha dealer Pill off tha speedy tours, pill off tha ceilin boy Let tha breeze come threw and make ya jeans come 2 I set up in tha club, ride on 24's Hoes look and stare at tha automatic doors I thank she like my swag, I thank she like my swag I thank she like my swag dawg, I thank she like my swag I pull up in da club, boyz show me love Tha gangstaz, tha thugs, tha crips and da bloods I thank dey like my swag, I thank dey like my swag I thank dey like my swag dawg, I thank dey like my swag Louie V baby, all on my feet $700 shades you should get like me Get like me, datz gon' run you sum thousands Black Mazarati in da hood man I'm wildin Keep me a winner, I'm in tinted all time I ain't worryin bout yourz, don't you worry bout mine I push hot wheels, drive real fast Shop everyday so I blow alotta cash Don't get it twisted doe, I keep dat heat I'm a real cool dude, real killaz don't speak You a lame homie, check out tha chains on me Like dat boy Tuck said baby, "Not A Stain On Me" I kick it with tha real, I'm as live as dey come When I roll threw ya city you gon' ask where I'm from And guess what I say, I'm D-Town's best I ride threw da hood like a $ on my chest I set up in tha club, ride on 24's Hoes look and stare at tha automatic doors I thank she like my swag, I thank she like my swag I thank she like my swag dawg, I thank she like my swag I pull up in da club, boyz show me love Tha gangstaz, tha thugs, tha crips and da bloods I thank dey like my swag, I thank dey like my swag I thank dey like my swag dawg, I thank dey like my swag
Writer(s): Wyclef Jean, Jerry Duplessis, Farel Jean, Clifford Harris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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