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swag puffs - swanson swag (ft. dre yano) lyrics

[papa fleisch]
wake up in the morning, feeling pretty dope
got my snapback sideways and i hope
i can get a slice of cantaloupe, get a call from grant and so
i hop up in my limousine screaming like “geronimo!”
yeah b-tch, i got swag to spare
and if you really in need of some then i’m glad to share
but all my haters getting upset, saying it ain’t fair
so i’m stuffin all the ladies like it’s build-a-bear
and so i keep it poppin like juicy fruit gum
i’m electronic, i’m shocking like a warhead, son
haters hatin’ on me, i let ’em hate
wipe my -ss with ’em while i drop my mixtape

[hook]
park this like a chevy, watch out we ’bout to wreck you
puffs keep it heavy, dre yano’s on the deck, too
spin it like a top, uh, your girl’s takin her top off
you know that we the illest, summer swag, chillin

[grizzy fizzy]
my life is discovery channel just awesome
bout to blow up and i’ll leave em all starstruck
that’s the life you could say i got it made
cuz i’m doin what i love i’m just waiting to get paid
when i rap on the track all my friends know it’s me
but i need to get these 2 dope boys to notice me
cg swagger kitsune t shirt on
askin if she vive la france while she’s suckin my croissant
swanson swag got flow like knope
and if you mess with the puffs you gon see rashida jones uh
cuz i make it look easy
grizzy fizzy i’m the boss no e street
i swear the next time that you gon see me is the tv
cuz everybody wants some mo puffs like eenie meenie
miney mo yeah we pick up a few hoes
and who’d have thought these tight rhymes would come straight outta jew nose

[hook]

[j-po]
my mind is number two, ticonderoga sharp
my imagination number one, like i will be on the charts
drop a single, that’s a start drop an album that’s what’s up
get some fans that’s a leap, get an award, that’s a jump
in the right direction, i need a suggestion
my parents said if i jumped off, i would learn my lesson
they always second guessing like the first was wrong
i don’t wanna make a hit so put away the bong
i am high on the lyrics, i am high on the ladder
and you know i’m still climbing, word to mike, i’m badder
batter this b-tch like a-rod makin’ pancakes
beat so heavy, drop the single and the ground shakes
rims spinnin, thick women wanna get frisking
well get with the program, and get into the kitchen
you only look hot when you got an apr-n on
ugly b-tches with no makeup on, no paper in their thong

[hook]

[dre yano]
puff puffin’ on these haters more swag than a pirate
swashbuckle on the deck feel the beat don’t fight it
got girls in every city, who like to call me daddy
take command of this ship, jack sparrow, savvy?
never had to overcome always had a big advantage
wrecking curves since ’94, make my haters need a bandage
don’t take my gift for granted, this flow comes standard
dre yano’s on the mic while my b-tch makes a sandwich
landed, smack dab right in the middle
i’m always first chair, never play second fiddle
belittling rappers, yeah i stump ’em like a riddle
my flow tickles ears, i make all the b-tches giggle
gotta hand it to j-po, papa fleisch and grizzy fizzy
when i park it-i wreck it, like the life of miss lindsay
her hands so low on my d-ck call her low hands
spit gold trade this rap in for money, fo’ grand

[hook]

[brown bear]
p-u-double f-s, we the f-ckin best (yes)
got the game in check, fire and ice on deck
catch you sleepin but no this bear don’t hibernate
b-tch grab a ruler cuz im about to set it straight
yea its mister i don’t give a mothaflippin middle finger
taking charge of this sh-t yea my swags jeff winger
“is that brown bear?” yea ho it must be
my rhymes stay the sharpest i never get rusty
black shades summer swag yea you know i’m stylin
b-tches keep their g-strings tight like a violin
deep to ya girl like my last names manning
yall don’t even stand out, my swags outstanding
swift like a tm, money like atm
swag puffs are infinte just ask my man tian
yea you know ya boy’s hotter than a bowl of gumbo
haters just shrink, while i wumbo

[ace]
ace on the track man, flowing like god d-mn
getting up into b-tches cherries like pac man
sending out a warning cause i’m up and on my way
so when i start rhyming and flowing my words go with no delay
rap and recreation, it’s all the same to me
i don’t even got to try, it’s a f-cking game to me
i am the rapper all the little kids aim to be
my neck is f-cking icey, no need for the antifreeze
i f-cked your girl, she called me “daddy” is that incest?
stroke it so good, even michael phelps is impressed
i can rhyme anything, watch me rhyme “orange”
my flow is the blood and my words are the organs
holy sh-t he did it! i’m feeling endorphins
my rhymes are real potent b-tch, get an abortion
you don’t want to go and create another orphan
i got nationwide support so no need to reapportion
master of disaster, slash your -ss faster
and turn you into a ghost, like casper
uh oh, think i might have ate something bad
cause i just cannot stop all this swag out the -ss

[hook]

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