Swag Surfin Lyrics

No ceilings...
Oh oh ok, I got this chrome on this bugatti
I'm stong in this bugatti 2 v8's ain't 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 cause right now I'm higher than captain kurk
I swear I be the sickest nigga, you can ask the nurse
And if you throw it in her bag, I bet I snatch her purse
Ok I spazz, I curse, you last, I'm first
I'm on your ass like dirt behind the cash get murk
I'm talkin big shit nigga, join my hitlist nigga
What's the matter? check your 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 mothafucka
You bet we gon' do our thing
Well ain't it sunny in the summer
And we coming for the comers
And whoever among us
And you know I'm a 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 cause of the feds
And to my bloods, code red man you know how we play it
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 ain't promised tomarrow
Now when they kickin it with me like nomar garciaparra
Few rollin killin plants, they little shop of horror
And we roll them bitches thick, make them look like tocarra
Man I'm too 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 mamas, they get my highest honor
Gotta take of them kids man I know you heard obama
And I live on a 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 30 ft. tall tiger woods all these hoes tryna birdy these balls
And the porche 9-11 like emergency calls man I just be chillen I'm cool like lou rawls
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 ain't fuckin with ya
Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol
Weezy beat the beat uplike sonny liston
Red bone do me good then her friend, her sister I mean her bitch
She never met her bestfriend a sister
I leave her pussy microsoft like windows vista
Young tunche, pop that coochie for a goon hoe
Bullet in you boys memory, now you act like you don't know
East side who I do it for, eagle street right by the store
Katrina whipped the city out but couldn't fuck with hollygrove
Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago
But heaven or hell I hope in that 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 no ceilings

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