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
Now when they kicking it wit me like nomar garciaparra
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


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