swag jack Lyrics by Ken Carson
(Art Dealer)
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(AM)
Swag jack
Swag jack
Swag jack
Swag jack
Swag jack
Swag jack
Swag jack
Let me get my swag back
No identity, where your swag at?
I had to switch my swag and get in my bag, I switched up the top
Damn, this ho too bad, I’m coppin’ her diamonds and puttin’ her on ice
Copped that bitch a AP ’cause I already piped
Bit my swag, gotta gatekeep, too many niggas wanna be like
Bitch, I came from nothin’, you know nothin’ ’bout this life, foul
I’m in this bitch with Jordan, hell no, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout Michael
My bankroll oversized
Would’ve gave you a second chance, but all you do is lie
I’m lookin’ for my power, sky high
Ecstasy we fuck for hours, I make her tap out
Fuck a roll out, I’m not no Autobot
I ain’t trippin’ ’bout that bitch, she been a thot
Gotta stay to myself, no, I don’t talk for lot
Gen5 under my belt, thirty-one shots
And I got so many cars, I could fill up a parkin’ lot
Might cop her a G-Wagon, all in her G-spot
All my hoes up, I don’t fuck no broke thot
Call them hoes up, I need some pussy right now
I slide like a hockey puck, don’t let that shit hype you up
Never sent ya shit, I never gave a fuck
The hate louder than the love, but it’s still love
If you ‘ciprocate the energy, that’s real love
Tell me who realer
The one with the blick or the one with the money?
And I got both, I’m havin’ that loaf
Bread in, you can’t get a slice
Popped a new pill, I reached a new high
Big Glock, you don’t wanna fight
Swear I’ll pop you if you try
She a ten, oh my, we gazin’ at the stars
These niggas soft, I go too hard
And I can’t even see you, restart
