Swaggy by TesMoney Lyrics
Tes... Fucking... Money, money, money
Money been the mission nigga, what the fuck you talkin' bout?
As far as me, I just took another route
Get it cookin' like that southern style
Less dressed, mo' sex, smoke weed... (Smoke weed, smoke weed, let's smoke weed)
How about you come & give me brain so I know just where you comin' from
Shorty on my dick & wanna know when I'm cumin' um
Not soon, unlike a movie, spit this shit with no similes
Skinny nigga, runnin' shit, unlike that (that) Mr. T
& I'm Mr. T, no mystery, my history, ain't history
Everybody know that I been a G... (I been a G, I been a G)
And y'all niggas look sus
Savin' these hoes but ya ain't jesus
Everybody know that it's, G's up nigga
Hoes down, everybody know my hoes man I ain't low down
Uh, I'ma real black nigga, lookin' for a hunny with some real cat nigga
Relax with her, hit it from the back then uh
You back with her, I'ma call it cat litter
Real rap nigga, never have I been a fool
Think like a man if you really think it's cool
I am livin' proof that players still exist hoe
Got a couple G's to kick this flow
If you want beef, you can CD's
Something similar, to a disc hoe
Party everynight, like a disco
Never catch me, with a lit hoe
Cause I get dough, dough, (oh)
Clothes all retro, got ya bitch all gassed up
You can call that petro
(uh) Swag(swag), swag(swag), swag(swag), swag(swag)
Swag(swag), swag(swag), swag(swag), swag(swag)
Woop!(woop!)
Swag(swag), swag(swag), swag(swag), swag(swag)
Swag(swag), swag(swag), swag(swag)
Man I been here before..
I know this bitch, can't believe this shit
She was on my dick
Now she all on his
That's the way it go
Ever since I got the money, man that shit been slow
Oh, now ya know I smoke pounds & o's
All my girls rough, I give pounds to hoes
Down for those, like throwin' bows
& ya know I'm down if she throwin' clothes
Hold a pose for my iPhone, always fuck with my ice
Like the lights on, oh, you know, my bro?
Hit her with the Ken, M.Bison
Knock 'em out like Tyson
Shorty done felt my python
Now she wanna get her kite on
Rolled up on the same table I piped on
I don't sang to these hoes like Myshon
Money nigga, that ya girlfriend got her sights on
Money been the mission nigga, what the fuck you talkin' bout?
As far as me, I just took another route
Get it cookin' like that southern style
Less dressed, mo' sex, smoke weed... (Smoke weed, smoke weed, let's smoke weed)
How about you come & give me brain so I know just where you comin' from
Shorty on my dick & wanna know when I'm cumin' um
Not soon, unlike a movie, spit this shit with no similes
Skinny nigga, runnin' shit, unlike that (that) Mr. T
& I'm Mr. T, no mystery, my history, ain't history
Everybody know that I been a G... (I been a G, I been a G)
And y'all niggas look sus
Savin' these hoes but ya ain't jesus
Everybody know that it's, G's up nigga
Hoes down, everybody know my hoes man I ain't low down
Uh, I'ma real black nigga, lookin' for a hunny with some real cat nigga
Relax with her, hit it from the back then uh
You back with her, I'ma call it cat litter
Real rap nigga, never have I been a fool
Think like a man if you really think it's cool
I am livin' proof that players still exist hoe
Got a couple G's to kick this flow
If you want beef, you can CD's
Something similar, to a disc hoe
Party everynight, like a disco
Never catch me, with a lit hoe
Cause I get dough, dough, (oh)
Clothes all retro, got ya bitch all gassed up
You can call that petro
(uh) Swag(swag), swag(swag), swag(swag), swag(swag)
Swag(swag), swag(swag), swag(swag), swag(swag)
Woop!(woop!)
Swag(swag), swag(swag), swag(swag), swag(swag)
Swag(swag), swag(swag), swag(swag)
Man I been here before..
I know this bitch, can't believe this shit
She was on my dick
Now she all on his
That's the way it go
Ever since I got the money, man that shit been slow
Oh, now ya know I smoke pounds & o's
All my girls rough, I give pounds to hoes
Down for those, like throwin' bows
& ya know I'm down if she throwin' clothes
Hold a pose for my iPhone, always fuck with my ice
Like the lights on, oh, you know, my bro?
Hit her with the Ken, M.Bison
Knock 'em out like Tyson
Shorty done felt my python
Now she wanna get her kite on
Rolled up on the same table I piped on
I don't sang to these hoes like Myshon
Money nigga, that ya girlfriend got her sights on