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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #847
Peak in subgenre #93
Author
Reaper/Duce Beats
Rights
2010
Uploaded
December 28, 2010
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:44
Lyrics
Swag on, swag off;l they tryin' to turn my swag off
We leave out wit' bad b*** es, you go home jack off
Mack on, mack off; all I do is mack broads
You ain't even got no game, no chance to talk to her panties off
Hard rock, soft white; all we do is pump work
You ain't even got a job, always lookin' a jerk
No, they do not like us sir
All we do is snatch b*** es and then we pipe her
Oh you ballin'? say you ride Vipers
Well how is that so, you cant afford my verse
I work n*** s overtime, I'm always on my f*** in' grind
If it ain't about cash, buddy we is not talkin'..
You tryin' to stunt homie, and you need to keep walkin'
Only moneys relevant, f*** our black president
He ain't on my 100s dawg, so why would I even care
Only politics I know about, is my trap corporation
We started in the Tre' 4, we comin' to yo city next
You could recognize us, by the way we slangin' bricks
Also we some real hos, 4 broads in the jeep
Only 2 n*** s there, what you think happened next?
I put it on the internet, and mane it's rated triple X
Dawg, how can I be so damn so dirty but always be lookin' clean
Yes, I know all of these b*** es love me
Or more correctly dawg they be lovin' this money
I don't play none of them trickin' games
All she good fo' is some brain
And then I'm fins to bounce out; catch me swangin' lane to lane
Clique up wit' my patna den, it's time to check the dope house
Phone always ringin' dawg, I got to get this pack out
Man I want my money now, 17 for 36
Yeah that's 36 zips of the sh** killed Elvis
Mane all of that other noise, really don't seem to impress us
Dawg you do not have my measure, lurkin' wit police pressure
Keep correct in all my zones, you talkin' crazy on the phone
If you say one thing 'bout dope
I hang n*** s wit' a short rope
Yessir I'm the problem solver, prefer my Glock to revolvers
This sh** seem to never jam, yo mouth should have never ran
Now you on the missin' list, crossed off of my hit list
I gotta go pick up shorty, she tryna work hard tonight
