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My Swag
T.I. feat. Wyclef Jean
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You gotta get your swagger together, nigga, get your suitcase
Starts on the inside, ya dig, I don't need mine, I got cribs where we goin'
If you don't love yourself you can't love nobody
Keep up, nigga, I love myself, you gon' need to travel, ladies
You go and get that Mack diesel, right
I'm the man from Atlanta to way out in Cali
Catch me in New York, I'm on the way to Miami
I be in Hawaii then catch me in Paris
I be at home barely, I'll sleep when I'm buried
What I need some sleep for? This dope got me geeked up
I went to Japan and made a mil' in a week, bro
These niggaz can't keep up when they see me in London
So I go out in Ibiza, that time I ain't sleep for
โBout three days, maybe you'll see me in Haiti
With Wyclef Jean and a selection of ladies
But my folk got that workin' like they back in the eighties
See the money's what move me, conversation don't phase me
Tell 'em why โcause I been around the world
Traveled the seven seas and I be
Poppin' bottles with celebrities so you can find me
Flyin' high, smokin' better trees
Girls around the world
They keep callin' me, they call me
Paparazzi, they be follow me, they all be
Hopin' that they get a shot of me
It's my swag, they wonder what's so special 'bout him?
Why they ain't sellin' records like him? Tell 'em
It's my swag, how he always look so cool?
And why everybody do what he do, so
Gotta be my swag, they wonder why he wear his hat like that?
When girls see him why they act like that? Aye, I don't know
It's my swag, for some reason all the real niggaz love him
Even though their girlfriend wanna fuck him
I guess, gotta be my swag
Gettin' money in Frisco, wearin' my raincoat
See I'm gettin' wet and this bitch in the same boat
I came in the game slow, they act like they ain't know
That I wasn't gon' leave until I got what I came fo'
I still can't complain' though as long as I ain't broke
I came a long way but, shawty, ain't nothin' changed though
I still let the tool go, don't get it confused, bro
Run up on me wrong, now what you think I'ma do, bro?
Send you to your maker then go to Jamaica
Or either to Cabo, I chill at my condo
My swagger is perfect, hatin' on me ain't worth it
Guarantee you, boy, the Earth my turf if that hurts
Tell 'em why โcause I been around the world
Traveled the seven seas and I be
Poppin' bottles with celebrities so you can find me
Flyin' high, smokin' better trees
Girls around the world
They keep callin' me, they call me
Paparazzi, they be follow me, they all be
Hopin' that they get a shot of me
It's my swag, they wonder what's so special 'bout him?
Why they ain't sellin' records like him? Tell 'em
It's my swag, how he always look so cool?
And why everybody do what he do, so
Gotta be my swag, they wonder why he wear his hat like that?
When girls see him why they act like that? Aye, I don't know
It's my swag, for some reason all the real niggaz love him
Even though their girlfriend wanna fuck him
I guess, gotta be my swag
Regardless what haters say I'm as real as they come
I'm chasin' that paper, baby, however it come
I'm singin' a song and movin' yay by the ton
You never seen a nigga gettin' money so young
How I get from the pen all the way to Berlin
I've been to Switzerland, skiing and pimpin', goin' again
It ain't nothin' to catch me in the south of France
In a coffee shop smokin' dro in Amsterdam
It ain't nothin' to fly all the way to Dubai
St. Barts, St. Lucia, any day we can try
G-5 to Moscow and they say I'ma lie
I'ma ball like a dog 'til the day that I die
Tell 'em why โcause I been around the world
Traveled the seven seas and I be
Poppin' bottles with celebrities so you can find me
Flyin' high, smokin' better trees
Girls around the world
They keep callin' me, they call me
Paparazzi, they be follow me, they all be
Hopin' that they get a shot of me
It's my swag, they wonder what's so special 'bout him?
Why they ain't sellin' records like him? Tell 'em
It's my swag, how he always look so cool?
And why everybody do what he do, so
Gotta be my swag, they wonder why he wear his hat like that?
When girls see him why they act like that? Aye
It's my swag, for some reason all the real niggaz love him
Even though their girlfriend wanna fuck him
I guess, gotta be my swag
This is impeccable pimpin'
You couldn't duplicate this shit if I told you how to, man
Ha, y'all, niggaz, keep up
By the time you get to Puerto Rico, my nigga, I'll be in Cuba
By the time you get to Cuba I'll be in Haiti
By the time you get to Haiti I'll be way over in Africa, man
You know what I'm sayin'? South of France in my land, man
The Earth's my turf, my nigga
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