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Swag Surf
- I got this chrome on this Bugatti
- I'm strong in this Bugatti
- 2 V 8’s, ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti
- Bitch I’m bad, I'm worse
- I'll pass the purp
- Don't fuck with me, cause right now I'm higher than Captain Kirk
- I swear I be the sickest nigga, you can ask the nurse
- And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I'll snatch her purse
- Ok I spazz, I curse
- You last, I'm first
- I'm on your ass like dirt
- Behind that cash, get murked
- I'm talking big shit nigga, join my hit list nigga
- What's the matter? Check your bladder
- I'm the shit, piss nigga
- Shoot the witness, nigga
- Hold court in the streets
- And convict this nigga
- Oh, dickless nigga
- Man, I'm running with the blocka
- Young Money, motherfucka
- You think we gon' do our thing?
- Well ain't it sunny in the Summer?
- And we coming for the commas
- And whoever among us
- And you know I'mma bust my ass until my crew very humongous
- I said T.I, hold your head
- And Mack, hold your head
- Wish I could, but I can't say some other names cause of the Feds
- And to my Bloods: Code Red
- Man you know how we play it
- And if it cost to be the boss, oh well I guess I gotta pay
- I'm a New Orleans nigga, I don't take no shit
- Take the brain off the whip: now it don't make no sense
- Stunt hard on these bitches, I ain't promise tomorrow
- Now women kicking it with me like Nomar Garciaparra
- Flute rolling killer plants: the little tune shop of horror
- And we roll them bitches thick, make them look like Tocara
- Man I'm too much for these niggas and 3 much for these hoes
- The world is in my hands and I keep my hands closed
- I love my baby mommas, they get my highest honor
- Gotta take care of them kids, man I know you heard Obama
- And I live on an island, Atlantic in my backyard
- I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard
- Quarterback shotgun: you don’t get any sack yards
- Bitch I ball hard, breaking all the backboards
- Pretty Boy Floyd: step up I will crack yours
- And even at the White House we pull up at the back doors
- Walk around like I'm 30 feet tall
- Tiger Woods all these hoes try and birdy these balls
- And the Porsche 911 like emergency calls
- Man I just be chilling, I'm cool like Lou Rawls
- Young Money in the building, I'm putting up new walls
- Nigga take your Mrs Officer and set some new laws
- My flow is like rubbing 2 logs
- Young Moola we the new shit and new drawers
- Now get off my dick ,I ain't fucking with ya
- Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol
- Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston
- Redbone do me good, then her friend assist her
- I mean the bitch, she never met her best friend or sister
- I leave her pussy microsoft like Windows Vista
- Young Tunechi, pop that coochie for a goon, ho
- Bullet in you boy's memory, now you act like you don't know
- Eastside who I do it for, Eagle street right by the store
- Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't fuck with Hollygrove
- Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago
- But Heaven or Hell I hope they be where I'mma go
- Take a nigga's gal and make her come give me a private show
- Still long hair, don't care, like a Navajo
- I'm the hardest shit: go in your ass and search
- I smash this verse, and I swag and surf
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