Swag Surfin Lyrics

No ceilings...

O o ok, I got this chrome on this bugatti

I'm strong in this bugatti

2 v8's aint no such thing as driving calm in this bugatti

Bitch I'm bad

I'm worse

I'll pass the purp

Don't fuck with me cuz right now I'm higher than Captain Kurk

I swear I be the sickest nigga, u can ask the nurse

And if you throw it in the bag, I bet I'll snatch her purse

Ok I spazz, I curse

U last, I'm first

I'm on ur ass like dirt

Behind that cash, get murk

I'm talkin big shit nigga, join my hit list nigga

What's the matter? check ur bladder I'm the shit piss nigga

Shoot the witness, nigga

Whole court in the streets

And convict this nigga

Oh dickless nigga

Man I'm runnin with the blucka

Young money muthafucka

U bet we gon do our thing

Well aint it sunny in the summer

And we coming for the comers

And whoever among us

And u kno imma bust my ass until my crew very humongous

I said T.I hold ya head

And Mack hold ya head

Wish I could but I can't say some other names cuz of the feds

And to my bloods, cold red

Man u know how we plead

And if it cost to be the boss, oh well I guess I gotta pay

I'm a New Orleans nigga, I don't take no shit

Take the brain off the whip now it don't make no sense

Stunt hard on these bitches I aint promise tomorrow

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Flute rollin killin plants, they lil tune shop of horror?

And we roll them bitches thick, make them look like Toccara (plus sized model)

Man I'm to much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes

The World is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed

I love my baby mommas, they get my highest honor

Gotta take care of them kids, man I kno ya heard Obama

And I love motor island, Atlantic in my backyard

I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard

Quarter back shot gun, you don't get any sack yards

Bitch I ball hard, breakin all the back boards

Pretty boy Floyd step up I will crack yours

And even at the White House we pull up at the back doors

Walk around like I'm thirty feet tall

Tiger Woods all these hoes tryna birdy these balls

And the Porche 911 like emergency calls

Man I just be chillin, I'm cool like lu rall?

Young money in the building, I'm puttin up new walls

Nigga take your Mrs Officer and set some new laws

My flow is like rubbin two logs

Young mula we the new shit and new drawers

Now get off my dick, I aint fucking wit cha

Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol

Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston

Red bone do me good then her friend, her sister

I mean her bitch, she never met her best friends a sister

I leave her pussy microsoft like windows vista

Young tunche, pop that cucci for a goon hoe

Bullet in you boys memory, now u act like u don't know

East side who I do it for, eagle street right by the store

Katrina wiped the city out but couldnt fuck wit holly grove

Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago

But heaven or hell I hopin that they be where I'm'a go

Take a nigga gal and make her come give me a private show

Still long hair, don't care, like a navajo

I'm the hardest shit go in your ass and search

I smash this verse, and I swag and surf