Lyrics I Got Swag! - MDG!

It's like I, got a key to the city or something
Want me to save the day
Funny thing is like,
I be sending my music to bitches and they be like

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Uh, Prada my bag
I got swag
Uh, Balenci my feet, Balenci my jacket
Uh, chrome heart jeans, Goyard bag
Go, I got swag
Go, I got swag

Uh, imagine you being like me bitch you cant
I make a top three nigga lose rank
Double cup on me I'm filled with that drank
Too much lil swag and I'm making em faint
I'm off the X I'm too damn booted
I'm off the X I'm too damn booted

Lemme just tell you a lil something bout' me, I get money
It ain't nothing to make these lil hoes laugh, but ain't shit funny
I keep the G-19 on my side If he play, he a dummy
And I wrap chrome hearts on my body, bitch I'm a renaissance mummy

Huh, I'm getting cash and I don't need a promo
She off the X and she moving real loco
He talkin' down we put him in a photo
And I keep a nine in my back just like Romo

Yea it forgiato's all over the, shhh
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Yeah it's forgiatos all over the Porsche
You ain't mean shit, you ain't have no remorse
I shoot a bucket, ain't checkin' the score
Holon
Uh, I shoot a bucket, ain't checkin' the score
Deep in my bag, got keys to the store
I dick her down and now she want more
Wait holon real quick let's go
I dick her down and now she want more
And now she want money im not even sure

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Ain't talkin bout' nothing
I keep it, I keep it, I'm keeping it bumpin'
Uh I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm bussin'
I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm loaded, I'm bussin'

Uh, Prada my bag
I got swag
Uh, Balenci my feet, Balenci my jacket
Uh, chrome heart jeans, Goyard bag
Cet, I got swag
Cet, I got swag