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fes taylor - swaggin' lyrics

[intro: inspectah deck]
yeah, yeah, this what we call swag right here,
this when you come up to the party you know you gettin in,
you ain’t even gotta park your car or none of that,
yaknawmean, every thing’s v.i.p. when we do it like this.

[hook 1: inspectah deck (fes taylor)]
i got some pour maison (what), some don perion (yeah),
gwap in my pocket and some fly sh-t on,
i’m just swaggin’, yeah, just swaggin’.

[inspectah deck:]
i’m checkin shorty at the bar, built like a tank,
chest bustin out her bra, ma what you wanna drink,
she tried to blow me off like foam on the float,
but hunny high cl-ss, the belt alone cost a note,
i’m grown man status, won’t cower to none,
i see i gotta shine light and show the power of sun,
let me grind from the back, shot a few lines see where your mind’s at,
i knew in due time let i’d getcha, meanwhile your throwin it back,
one leg’s on the speaker, how open is that,
she said my name is destiny but call me barbara,
asked me what’s my name i said charlie parker,
(hahaha) cause i could do magic girl,
go hard till the mornin, flatten out your curls,
she smiled like that’s what’s up,
pinned your boy on the wall and she backed it up,
doin tricks, made it clap, made it snap and such,
while her man’s on the side line mad as f-ck.

[hook 2: inspectah deck, (fes taylor)]
i’m just swaggin’, yeah, just swaggin’, uhh,
i got some pour maison (what), some don perion (yeah),
gwap in my pocket and some fly sh-t on,
i’m just swaggin’, (what you doin) just swaggin’.

[fes taylor:]
i’m taylor too fly baby, dealership buyin a mercedes,
when it come to ladies, i still drive em crazy,
maybe you could end up in my crib if you straddle me,
(uh huh) and i ain’t askin if you can stay with me,
(nope) just cause you lay with me, you like my favorite v,
i got mean black book ma, a to z,
bread like the bakery with cheese in the middle,
hoodie matchin my fitted, jeans is a grip too,
my kicks new, upgrade switch to crisp blue jay’s number two,
plus my wrist cool, so chill cop a bottle to poor,
victoria secret drawers you can model it all,
for real, i ain’t into dancin, but i’m into s-xin,
i see your booty popin, like you bendin stretchin,
some n-gg-s trick it, thinkin it’s an investment,
had more celebrity chicks then the fresh prince,
say they love my swag, hundreds are blown fes,
you copped a new hydai, no it’s not a jag, nope.

[hook 3: inspectah deck, (fes taylor)]
i got some pour maison (what), some don perion (yeah),
gwap in my pocket and some fly sh-t on,
i’m just swaggin’.

- fes taylor lyrics

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