Last-Dude - Swag (MASHUP) lyrics

Yes, I fucked your bitch, I
Did it in the telly, yeah
I'ma hit it from the back, it’s in her belly
Yeah
Got Marconi on my feet, these niggas steady
Yeah
Swaggin' on these niggas, they embarrassed
(Swag) diamonds on my wrist
I go baguettin' every carat (yeah)
Take a diamond off my wrist
You probably could go and get married
And you know that I pull up
I ain’t really too scary
I done found a group of girls
They look just like cherries

Gang, thicc and we all legit
How I get a million dollars, that so quick
Put gold rims on it so they notice
Grind all the time so a MILL
Is what I'm gon' get
I don't talk it about living it
If it ain't blue strips I ain't getting it
I'mma hit the strip club and I'm tippin it
I just lef the club with another nigga bitch
Gang!

Okay, let’s skate
Bad bitch finna come my way
Going ninety when I’m on the highway
Can't go high without the high, ayy
Everyday I wake up, smoke another gram, ayy
I don’t give a fuck, nor another damn, ayy
I'm smoking the kush from the Hoover Dam, ayy
I'ma let these bitches know (who I am)

I guess you can say I put in practice
On the strip, under lights
Now I'm back bitch
And even if I’m blown on my own
With the chrome to your dome
Make you stretch like elastic
Spring to the Fall, hoes still on my balls
It's the number one nigga from
The hood Doggy Dogg
Still pull up on a nigga when
I need to be heard
I'm a killer and a stealer
But I ain't from Pittsburgh

Yes, I fucked your bitch, I
Did it in the telly, yeah
I'ma hit it from the back, it's in her belly
Yeah
Got Marconi on my feet, these niggas steady
Yeah
Swaggin' on these niggas, they embarrassed
(Swag) diamonds on my wrist
I go baguettin' every carat (yeah)
Take a diamond off my wrist
You probably could go and get married
And you know that I pull up
I ain't really too scary
I done found a group of girls
They look just like cherries
Yes, I fucked your bitch, I
Did it in the telly, yeah
I'ma hit it from the back, it's in her belly
Yeah
Got Marconi on my feet, these niggas steady
Yeah
Swaggin' on these niggas, they embarrassed
(Swag) diamonds on my wrist
I go baguettin' every carat (yeah)
Take a diamond off my wrist
You probably could go and get married
And you know that I pull up
I ain't really too scary
I done found a group of girls
They look just like cherries (yeah)

He don't want no one-on-one (yeah)
He grab that gun
Equipped with the clip, my son
What happened to a fist fight?
Really with the shit
If a nigga pull up on me
Might shoot a nigga dick right off
And niggas often kissing coffins
'Cause their brothers steady barking
At the system
Like their bitch at the apartment but
This Glock I trust
This motherfuckin' Glock I (Ayy)