Turn My Swag On Freestyle Lyrics
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Turn My Swag On Freestyle Lyricsby Chamillionaire Buy album CD: Other Songs HO - U 832 514 4730 I'm in the zone, let's go! I don't mean to brag But my cash long Yeah I feel like I'm worth a million bucks Yeah, I'm countin' 100's Yeah-ah-ah Got that corporate Swag And my cash long But in the streets I could make a million bucks Yeah, show me the money Yeah-ah-ah You be local Imma be in London. No lauren They claim to do it for the block cuz they the ones not tourin Ain't believin in these streets rappers claim to be on They really in front of ning like Alonzo Mourning (Internet) At the rucca with the blucca cuz the worth of my charm Street baller, ain't no need to even work on my form King of the underground feel like the mixtape Bun Label don't even want to move until my mixtapes done Bad Breezy in the A then do whatever I want And she say that's right, ok, and yeah like she Lil' John Sleepin over in the dorm with your chick is a norm' In the jacuzzi with my Black Berry on like I'm Ron Look into my iPhone if a bad chick what you want Height Williams sneak a peak, and big pimpin' was born Swag deposit in my closet, take whatever you want So many horses that my stylist call me Polow da Don I be workin until dawn, ladies say I ain't fun I ain't down with that complainin so right now you been warned X'd out of my black booklet you don't wanna be one So many X's they addresses lookin like it's some porn And that's just my x-man but she still on my arm I send her to Magic City you gon' think that she storm She turn over in the morn', she can bet I'll be gone Shoulda known that dot com, be a member and join Cuz when she hop up out the bed, Imma be gone On my grind before you even wake up Yeah, I know you love me Yeah-ah-ah I don't like no competition so I guess that I'm greedy I walk in Michael Jordan's kitchen and walk out with his Wheaties So much jewelry that my closet lookin' frosted as Jeezy Closet freezy, lookin' like that big commercial on TV Rollin' wit a chick magnet I call Arab money Could wake up in your momma's bed like I'm your stepdad, dummy I'm too sick another's nostrils ain't gon' get that runny Pimpin' Kenneth and Hugh Hefner, I could pimp that bunny Chamilli is the truth, puke is what I induce I'm so sick that if I spit it look like Cranberry Juice Look who's touching on the head, you could say that she loose I lean backwards while your chick is playing duck, duck, goose These rappers can't see me just call me the hidden truth And I'm probably about to wreck it unless there's a hidden booth All these rappers is fruity but don't ask me for proof They so sweet, I can't name them without chippin' a tooth Not in my Fave 5, not part of my business group So when your chick get in the coup, she's part of my chicken coop You don't know who always kill it, you need to be introduced And you need to just keep one eye on me like Zeus Cuz really I don't mean to brag But my cash long Yeah I feel like I'm worth a million bucks Yeah, I'm countin' 100's Yeah-ah-ah Got that corporate Swag And my cash long But in the streets I could make a million bucks Yeah, show me the money Yeah-ah-ah
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