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"Swag Champ"


Now I don't jerk off in public, but I been out doin my self
Undisputed swag champ, that big h be my belt [x3]

Fresh pair of them jordan 3′s
All black Givenci
That snapback wid dat snake skin, you niggas gotta see Don C
Muthafucka we rollin
Some brown skin girls, n some Beyonces
Ball like this, you gon see
The kind of hate, Lebron see
Pop a band, throw a bill up, them strippers call me Chauncey
Look so cool, in my leather jacket, they should be callin me Fonzi
But I ain't got my collar up, I just got my dollars up
Big fish see little fish, n you little niggas get swallowed up
Should'ntof been in this shark tank, ain't my fault if I eat them
Why would I wanna join them, when I always knew I could beat them
Keep a foot on they neck, fresh pair of them weak Timb's
Ain't no love in hip hop, but still let you eat 'em
Came for the competition, but there wasn't much around
I let youu kiss the ring but you'll never touch the crown

Swag champ I got the belt
Swag champ I got the belt
When it's done come talk to me
You'll see I got the B
B is for them big boys wid da grown money
And bad bitches who ain't got to spend their own money

I said
Swag champ I got the belt
Swag champ I got the belt
When it's done come talk to me
You'll see I got the B
B is for them big boys wid da grown money
And bad bitches who ain't got to spend their own money

Now I ain't come here to be playing, showtime expect me out
That hotel, that newest shit, ya I see em tryna check me out
That new chain just came in, guess what, my neck be out
Funny I be going innnn, everytime they let me out
Ran thru that Louie store, once I blow that, check me out
Threw me 2 tees, felt like they was tryna take me out
No discrimination, I will still sweat your sexy out
Like 'em wid dat Keisha ass, but gotta have that Becky mouth
Rep my town but I'm hardly here
Gotta go in when I party here
Drinks so strong, I can barely lift em
Weed so loud, I could hardly hear
Love the way that track suit, lay on those shell toes
Money talks, you ain't got it, convo, hell noo
Stick to bein' you boy, stay on yo, Velcro
Hate to see ya'll been backwards, rondo, elbow
Came for the competition but there wasn't much around
I let u kiss the ring, but you'll never touch the crown

Swag champ I got the belt
Swag champ I got the belt
When it's done come talk to me
You'll see I got the b
B is for them big boys wid da grown money
And bad bitches who ain't got to spend their own money

I said
Swag champ I got the belt
Swag champ I got the belt
When it's done come talk to me
You'll see I got the B
B is for them big boys wid da grown money
And bad bitches who ain't got to spend their own money

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