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youngster clique - i got that lyrics

//..chorus..//

i got that swag,i got that swag,i got that swag,i just don’t talk about it x2
nah uh uh i just don’t talk about it,uh uh nah i just don’t talk about it x2

//.. young aux ..//

( young aux …)
g shock no rollee/
its just me and my homies/
h-lla bands h-lla bands/ we pop tags with h-lla bands/
t-shirt printed y.c might get sponserd by nike/now these n-ggers tryna steal my swag like a thief in the night/
all white t–th no fake jewls im too clean/
tatoo on her back says aux bout that cream/
i might pull up in a light h0use/
pop a n-ggers lights out/for all that hating/
can’t count the money im making/
oh god it feels like i made it/
have you ever felt the feeling of couting up on a million/
chillin with b-tches we sippin/
purple cush in that cabin/if you can’t aford me i ain’t performing/
swag is when i wake up while your b-tch is snoring/
im a self made cheese boy straight brewd from mzansi/
tell that ain’t swag enough jelouse phantsi/

//..chorus..//

i got that swag,i got that swag,i got that swag,i just don’t talk about it x2
nah uh uh i just don’t talk about it,uh uh nah i just don’t talk about it x2

//..raw deal..//

(yeah,nah man,youngster clique,raw deal…)

im raw deal/
og/
oh shiit im back again/
flawsin up,yellow sh-t/yellow vans thats k!ller swag/
dressing like a pilot/
my swag fly as heaven/
yourll baby kites oh god/
my b-tch fly oh my/
no beef n-ggers im sorry/
my white girl is foriegn/
you fake n-ggers is hating/im smelling like a g/
these hoes on my d-ck/
im tryna get that paper/
im flawsin like a b-tch/
step back b-tch stop hating/
im gone see my baby/
you broke -ss dont have them/
mother f-cker its raw deal/
hating n-ggers go to h-ll/

//..chorus..//

i got that swag,i got that swag,i got that swag,i just don’t talk about it x2
nah uh uh i just don’t talk about it,uh uh nah i just don’t talk about it x2

//..gizz y.h..//

(less yada yada,and more swaging for youngster clique you dig,its gizz youngster halla…)

im on my black berry swag/
i dont have to brag/
stacking stacks on em stacks/
im talking cash
f-ck the cheques/
money to the bank only promos in the bag/
and buddy thinks his fly cause he little bit famouse/
im canserouse/
rediculouse/
perfections of the genesis/
somebody should have told ya/
my swag might extort ya/
ill scriptures speak for themselves broucher/
mommy scooping out in the stars in a blink you lost her/
im on my fly ish/
i buy ish/
street att-tude im bout it/
flyer then a muh/
keep my business on the low like a sports car/
nah uh uh/
i dont even have to talk about it/
cause im bout it ya dig/

//..chorus..//

i got that swag,i got that swag,i got that swag,i just don’t talk about it x2
nah uh uh i just don’t talk about it,uh uh nah i just don’t talk about it x2

- youngster clique lyrics

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