Bleh, bleh
Louis Vuitton, designer
This hoe eat up the dick, piranha
She gon sit on the dick and she ponder
This hoe look at my fit and send heart eyes
She gon' look at my wrist and see I shine
They gon' say I'm the greatest like Tupac
And I'm feeling like spaz I got two glocks
Blah, blah
And hoe keep talking
If-if-if I don't get my money
That nigga a dead man walking
Nigga keep saying he famous
He not at the top, I don't know why he acting like that
These niggas be nameless
And that's why they hate from the bottom
Cause they cannot f*ck with my stats
Rich nigga status is bringing the hoes in
Know she wanna f*ck why she lying bout closure
They stealing my swag, bitch I'm the holder
These hoes love my swag, oh
These hoes love my swag, oh
These hoes love my swag, oh
Told the bitch I get bags
Hella money, I got in the back
Nigga playing, I bet he get whacked
Whol-whol-whole squad, better walk tact
Whole squad better walk tact
Draco, gotta kickback
My clothes, need no tag
Wrist froze, how you did that
Cheese in my pockets looking fat
Double cup, had to double back, oh
I'm finna push up in this whip
It's a bag and I pop out with brand new sticks
Rich man, I'ma pop out with brand new kicks
Versatile, I pop out with brand new shit
Versatile, I pop out with brand new stick
Versatile, I pop out with Glock and Switch
Who that? How he pop out with your bitch
That's me
Bleh, bleh
Louis Vuitton, designer
This hoe eat up the dick, piranha
She gon sit on the dick and she ponder
This hoe look at my fit and send heart eyes
She gon look at my wrist, and see I shine
They gon say I'm the greatest, like Tupac
And I'm feeling like spaz I got two glocks
Blah, blah
The hoe keep talking
If-If I don't get my money
That nigga a dead man walking
Niggas keep saying he famous
He not at the top, I don't know why he acting like that
These niggas be nameless
And that's why they hate from the bottom
Cause they cannot f*ck with my stats
Rich nigga status is bringing the hoes in
Know she wanna f*ck why she lying bout' closure
They stealing my swag, bitch, I'm am the holder
These hoes love my swag
These hoes love my swag
These hoes love my swag
Told the bitch, I get bags
Hella money I got in the back
Nigga playin I bet he get whacked
Whol-whol-whole squad better walk tact
Quazi - MY SWAG Lyrics
Quazi - MY SWAG Lyrics
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English
Bleh, bleh
Louis Vuitton, designer
This hoe eat up the dick, piranha
She gon sit on the dick and she ponder
This hoe look at my fit and send heart eyes
She gon' look at my wrist and see I shine
They gon' say I'm the greatest like Tupac
And I'm feeling like spaz I got two glocks
Blah, blah
And hoe keep talking
If-if-if I don't get my money
That nigga a dead man walking
Nigga keep saying he famous
He not at the top, I don't know why he acting like that
These niggas be nameless
And that's why they hate from the bottom
Cause they cannot f*ck with my stats
Rich nigga status is bringing the hoes in
Know she wanna f*ck why she lying bout closure
They stealing my swag, bitch I'm the holder
These hoes love my swag, oh
These hoes love my swag, oh
These hoes love my swag, oh
Told the bitch I get bags
Hella money, I got in the back
Nigga playing, I bet he get whacked
Whol-whol-whole squad, better walk tact
Whole squad better walk tact
Draco, gotta kickback
My clothes, need no tag
Wrist froze, how you did that
Cheese in my pockets looking fat
Double cup, had to double back, oh
I'm finna push up in this whip
It's a bag and I pop out with brand new sticks
Rich man, I'ma pop out with brand new kicks
Versatile, I pop out with brand new shit
Versatile, I pop out with brand new stick
Versatile, I pop out with Glock and Switch
Who that? How he pop out with your bitch
That's me
Bleh, bleh
Louis Vuitton, designer
This hoe eat up the dick, piranha
She gon sit on the dick and she ponder
This hoe look at my fit and send heart eyes
She gon look at my wrist, and see I shine
They gon say I'm the greatest, like Tupac
And I'm feeling like spaz I got two glocks
Blah, blah
The hoe keep talking
If-If I don't get my money
That nigga a dead man walking
Niggas keep saying he famous
He not at the top, I don't know why he acting like that
These niggas be nameless
And that's why they hate from the bottom
Cause they cannot f*ck with my stats
Rich nigga status is bringing the hoes in
Know she wanna f*ck why she lying bout' closure
They stealing my swag, bitch, I'm am the holder
These hoes love my swag
These hoes love my swag
These hoes love my swag
Told the bitch, I get bags
Hella money I got in the back
Nigga playin I bet he get whacked
Whol-whol-whole squad better walk tact
Louis Vuitton, designer
This hoe eat up the dick, piranha
She gon sit on the dick and she ponder
This hoe look at my fit and send heart eyes
She gon' look at my wrist and see I shine
They gon' say I'm the greatest like Tupac
And I'm feeling like spaz I got two glocks
Blah, blah
And hoe keep talking
If-if-if I don't get my money
That nigga a dead man walking
Nigga keep saying he famous
He not at the top, I don't know why he acting like that
These niggas be nameless
And that's why they hate from the bottom
Cause they cannot f*ck with my stats
Rich nigga status is bringing the hoes in
Know she wanna f*ck why she lying bout closure
They stealing my swag, bitch I'm the holder
These hoes love my swag, oh
These hoes love my swag, oh
These hoes love my swag, oh
Told the bitch I get bags
Hella money, I got in the back
Nigga playing, I bet he get whacked
Whol-whol-whole squad, better walk tact
Whole squad better walk tact
Draco, gotta kickback
My clothes, need no tag
Wrist froze, how you did that
Cheese in my pockets looking fat
Double cup, had to double back, oh
I'm finna push up in this whip
It's a bag and I pop out with brand new sticks
Rich man, I'ma pop out with brand new kicks
Versatile, I pop out with brand new shit
Versatile, I pop out with brand new stick
Versatile, I pop out with Glock and Switch
Who that? How he pop out with your bitch
That's me
Bleh, bleh
Louis Vuitton, designer
This hoe eat up the dick, piranha
She gon sit on the dick and she ponder
This hoe look at my fit and send heart eyes
She gon look at my wrist, and see I shine
They gon say I'm the greatest, like Tupac
And I'm feeling like spaz I got two glocks
Blah, blah
The hoe keep talking
If-If I don't get my money
That nigga a dead man walking
Niggas keep saying he famous
He not at the top, I don't know why he acting like that
These niggas be nameless
And that's why they hate from the bottom
Cause they cannot f*ck with my stats
Rich nigga status is bringing the hoes in
Know she wanna f*ck why she lying bout' closure
They stealing my swag, bitch, I'm am the holder
These hoes love my swag
These hoes love my swag
These hoes love my swag
Told the bitch, I get bags
Hella money I got in the back
Nigga playin I bet he get whacked
Whol-whol-whole squad better walk tact
Writer: Quamir Halley
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid