Lyrics

(Chorus) If you aint got no swagger girl Then you cant get with me From you're old school pumps And skinny jeans i know you look good next to me If you aint got no swagger boy Then please dont look to me You could be a swagger jacker any day But im a rolling differently Ohhh-ho, uk? im ok (Chorus) They love my attire, they love the way that i dress Old school pumps and rope against chest Less is more and more is less yes Unless you're fresh to death like kesh You could be the melody, i'll be the composer I play you like b is to hova Yeah, you could call me the joker My comical by-pass adds to my persona (Chorus) Narrow-minded people nah They dont effect us We walk on past and put on protectors You and me today we going on so reckless I bought you a rope chain instead of a necklace Chicks look at me and brothers look at you We're so fly my vision is birds eye view You aint got swag and i hate this joint If you got no edge then Tell me whats your point? (Chorus) I hope that you've enjoyed the evening Back to mine so we can do the freaking Think my styles done, enough of the speaking Rub you hands through my mohican And i suppose thats your game But to be honest it's not the way I like your style, well i like your chain Yo it's a rope! it's all the same... (Chorus)
Writer(s): Timothy Mckenzie, Theo Kerlin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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