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Look At My Swagg (Clean)
Papaduck Ft. Rick Ross
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Papa Dub I ain't friendly but excuse me miss
How you get all that there off in that Gucci dress
And why you looking at me dog like I owe you something
And I don't vibe with many rappers cause most of them be fronting
You pie, you green
Dog think he a threat cause he on beans
I'm from Florida where the jitts walk 'round with them thangs
And it's a shame cause them faces will smoke right in your face
Name another underground rapper hotter than me
No deal, every show 5 grand a piece
And when this album here drop you can add your 3
That's 8 grand, 5 rooms and some traveling fees
Look at my swag, look at my grill
I'm on fire my dog, that's how I feel
It don't matter the cost, you know I'm buying it
Cuh open your eyes, look what I'm riding in
I'm fresh to death, from right to left
I'm fresh to death, from right to left
I'm fresh to death, from right to left
I'm fresh to death, from right to left
Boss
Look at my swag, look at my wheels
She fuck me good then I gotta pay her bills
I'm sipping brown, them niggas green
She snorting white, Dade County call it clean
Look at me, who on the screen
Money machines, I'm overseas
Please, you copping pleas
I run this shit, need time to breathe
You see the donk, you hear the crate
We selling flat, you know it's straight
So where you from, I'm repping Dade
A 36, that's 20K
Look at my swag, look at my grill
I'm on fire my dog, that's how I feel
It don't matter the cost, you know I'm buying it
Cuh open your eyes, look what I'm riding in
I'm fresh to death, from right to left
I'm fresh to death, from right to left
I'm fresh to death, from right to left
I'm fresh to death, from right to left
Trap boy, where you at
If lil mama act funny, show her your cash
Trap boy, where you at
If lil mama act funny, show her your cash
If you a bad chick, put your hands up
And if they hating on you baby, that mean you doing something
If you a bad chick, put your hands up
And if they hating on you baby, that mean you doing something
I'm in the club buying drank for all the haters who hate
Just to see that old jealous hating look on they face
Been on the block all my life, but boy your work look small
Cause I can eyeball a paintball, I'm telly at all
Man cuh, super flaw out here playing with the work
You gon' keep playing in these streets until you wind up murked
Better keep that thing on you cause them jitts they robbing
So please don't come down here with all that flodging
Where my Zoes at, where my hoes at
Where all my dogs who hustle, who got they own trap
And if it wasn't for the haters I wouldn't have no paper
So from the bottom of my heart, I appreciate ya
Look at my swag, look at my grill
I'm on fire my dog, that's how I feel
It don't matter the cost, you know I'm buying it
Cuh open your eyes, look what I'm riding in
I'm fresh to death, from right to left
I'm fresh to death, from right to left
I'm fresh to death, from right to left
I'm fresh to death, from right to left
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