Swag Don't Turn On Lyrics

Swag is automatic. f*ck souljah boy

Swag is automatic so if you start braggin
Or gotta turn it on then you don't really have it
I get so drunk I write my name on my glasses
Like souljah boy in case I get smashed and

Forget my name and- wake up like what happened
Hey aren't you rage? your nasty at rappin!
Oh yea that's me - I must've blacked out
Oh word can I have your autograph now?

Wow every kid wanna give me daps
And if they rap - they like"yo we should get on a track"
Yea if you had some cash or weren't so wack
I make ya bitch wanna take pictures on my lap

It's like I'm santa claus - but I ain't got no gifts for ya ass
I been tapped ever since I drank a keg and half
When I get on a track I spill the essance of life
Like a egg gettin cracked just gimme tha mic

Besides rhymes there's three things on my mind
I'm just trying get a dime - and I like all three kinds
Money weed and chicks any pick would be fine
Yup - any pick would be fine [x2]

I'm a gangster and a gentleman like styles P yo
Rocking one of those t-shirt tuxedos
Going with the flow like I'm on a f*ckin speed boat
With my nuts hangin out the bottom of a speedo

Put em in a grave then put a flower on em
Like a girl at prom son - you don't want no problems
If your really want em - I'm knockin you out
Your shit is mad trash - who you oscar the grouch

You got a grill? actin trill and I'm robbin ya mouth You wanna follow all those trends that they got in the south
Sippin on some sizzurp like your in a waffle house
Leave you hurt with painkillers then I'll be out

Your lieing in ya house like the guy on the couch
I'll make you look inside yourself like I turend ya eyes round
Even Gwen Stafani wants me - you sure? No Doubt
I'm a burn up the game my flame'll never go out

Besides rhymes there's three things on my mind
I'm just trying get a dime - and I like all three kinds
Money weed and chicks any pick would be fine
Yup - any one you pick would be fine

(Birdcall) what happened to your bird?
I snatched her grabbed her and made her kitten purr
Made her shiver shake likes she cold n goin [burr]
Made the p*ssy hurt worse then f*ckin giving birth

Lift up the skirt - when I go to they addresses
Take off they shirts - and start to subtract dresses
Always on some fresh shit even when I'm nekkid
On some pimp shit my dick rocks a gold necklace

I'm gettin upgrades like the new school year
But It's too clear to tell that you dudes are queer
You the type of fag to get drunk off of two beers
Actually the type to act drunk off of root beer

Who cares bout ya'll - go and die
Cause I don't give a f*ck if your ho is fine
I''ll stretch her mouth out and fit my whole dome inside
Then make her blow my mind - like OPEN WIDE

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