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saint’s row - garbageswag lyrics

[hook: saint’s row]
chop it up, sell it fast
garbage swag, garbage swag
put the f+cking money in the bag
garbage swag, garbage swag

[bridge 1: sir, rodrigues & saint’s row]
aye man, f+ck all those n+ggas man (garbage swag)
it’s big camp knowhere sh+t (garbage swag)
y’all n+ggas is not like us (garbage swag)
y’all n+ggas be eating breakfast burritos (garbage swag)
y’all n+ggas is soft (swag)
y’all n+ggas is b+tch (garbage swag)
y’all n+ggas probably play builds on fortnite n+gga (garbage swag)
f+ck y’all n+ggas (garbage swag)
i’m bout’ to shoot y’all n+ggas in the face (garbage swag)
you f+cking b+tch (garbage swag)

[verse 1: sir, rodrigues]
double c my waist like a john cena belt (yuh)
no sympathy, don’t give a f+ck how you felt (okay)
feelin’ myself like a n+gga boutta jelq on top of you n+ggas
stuck on the shelf (stuck on the shelf)
track so hard, laptop bout’ to melt
heard your name but it don’t ring any bеlls
new phone for the n+ggas in thе cells (uh, yeah)
talkin’ money, got cashapp or zelle (yeah)
three sons with a b+tch named garnet
she said go slow but i do it r+t+rded (but i do it r+t+rded)
head running back until i’m restarted
i play for the green and the big city garden (yuh)
need a b+tch that look like solange (yuh)
wanna see my trap stats, knowhere.com (yuh, yuh)
i tell that b+tch that p+ssy the bomb (yuh, yuh)
tony montana got the [?] (yuh, yuh)
[verse 2: saint’s row]
ayo rob yo’ mom in a cinnabon
i’m a macedon with my thrashers on
then i pass them on, cause my [?] is hard
throwin’ all y’all sh+t, this a massive yawn
gone (gone)
that’s where i be
girl i know you see me pull up, b+tch hop in
four wheel drive, seen his block i spin
doin’ this sh+t and i’m still a kid, b+tch
just shot a music video last week
ended up with two models in the backseat (woo)
reminds me of 8th grade at the track meets
i ain’t pass in sh+t, that was last week (last week)
b+tch, you a slave to the opium
think that label finna’ put you on a podium (nope)
can’t see cause you sippin’ on that copium (yeah)
nah motherf+cker, nah motherf+cker nah (nah, nah)

[hook: saint’s row]
chop it up, sell it fast
garbage swag, garbage swag
put the f+cking money in the bag
garbage swag, garbage swag
chop it up, sell it fast
garbage swag, garbage swag
put the f+cking money in the bag
garbage swag, garbage swag
[verse 3: saint’s row]
this is six flat, big bag
i’ma get your f+cking get back
when i pull up in the f+cking h+llcat
spell that, double l black
i got no drive, got the limo
drivers chillin’, how he gon’ let me [?] (you gon’ let me demo)
swervin’ that sh+t around, hold the pedal (skirt)
down some, goin’ 120 [?]
double sack, i’m just lyin’
i be exaggerating sh+t sometimes
know i dress this fly, b+tch i f+ckin’ know (know)
7 girls in this b+tch, i got three modes
plus your girl in the backseat, and we throwin’ it in the back of my room
once we get to the crib, i run this sh+t for as long as i live (crib)
i’ma get rich or die tryin’, i will (b+tch)
i don’t be rappin’ like this sh+t but still
me and rodrigo do shows in tuxedos, say what’s up to kiko and rico it’s ill
i don’t do none of y’all bullsh+t, i k!ll
[?], i just feel (feel)
y’all b+tches ain’t even been in the reel
since i been in this catty a vet’ b+tch
i ain’t gone let this sh+t get to you still
f+ck with your boy cause my boys i got it trill

[hook: saint’s row]
chop it up, sell it fast
garbage swag, garbage swag
put the f+cking money in the bag
garbage swag, garbage swag
chop it up, sell it fast
garbage swag, garbage swag
put the f+cking money in the bag
garbage swag, garbage swag
chop it up, sell it fast
garbage swag, garbage swag
put the f+cking money in the bag
garbage swag, garbage swag
chop it up, sell it fast
garbage swag, garbage swag
put the f+cking money in the bag
garbage swag, garbage swag
[bridge 2: saint’s row]
yeah
f+ck all that sh+t man
f+ck that
f+ck all that, this that garbage swag
f+ck all that, this that garbage swag
f+ck all that, f+ck all that
f+ck all that, this that garbage swag
this that garbage swag, this that garbage swag
this that f+ck all that
this that garbage swag

[verse 4: saint’s row]
ayo f+ck all that, this that garbage swag
pull up in that f+ckin’ brand new jag’
like i hate that jag’, b+tch i got a cobra
pour up the gas like i got a coma
copped a supra for my girl
once we get home, she on that d+ck and twirl (woo)
so sick, i make you just hurl
she needed more, so i got her some pearls
ugh
what the f+ck you want to sing to me
why these b+tches tryna’ play with t
want’s to save it, better save the fee
i’ma need to cop like two or three
i don’t really care about your girl
i don’t really care about your chain
i don’t really care about your cars
i just care about what’s in your brain like

[outro: saint’s row]
garbage swag (garbage swag)
garbage swag
garbage swag (ayo, wake up)
garbage swag (i told you stop playin’ with me)
garbage swag (rodrigo)
garbage swag (camp knowhere run sh+t bro)
garbage swag
quit playin’ with me bro
[?]
d+mn, louie v belt
under the jacket

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