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Pharrell Williams( Pharrell Lanscilo Williams )
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Swagger International
Lyricist:Pharrell L Williams
Yes, yes sir Little message
He thinks combustible, therefore his spits' explosive Reverse eyes moses, landed him close with Them unfuckable, Mrs. Glamour ain't so glitz His checks unsmudgeable, the nigga is so rich
Forget magazines, cop his album from go-gets $2500 bapes of ostrich, all that double are talk Shut the fuck up, it's all shit Where's your sunroof, homie, you rocking the, oh, shit
400 years later and we still in chains And it ain't just in your brain, nigga, look at me, man You could put your house up and still kill you out your range I accesorize in multi million dollar things
While my niggas generated where they still holla Cane Still holla bang, still holla slang And when it happen du, all I can do is get in my car And get it cracking du and I'll be laughing too
Me and this black girl that listen to Gwen Stefani Prosciutto, mozzarella, vinegar at Chip Brianis Her girl when she want to knows if I had her But that don't matter, nigga, I got swagger
Swagger, swagger international Swagger, swagger international Swagger, swagger international Swagger, swagger international
Aye yo, you niggas pretenders, you ain't big spenders Narcissists, full of shit and pretentious You have no purpose, so that means that you're pointless She wants to smoke, but your stupid ass is joint less
Okay blunt less, she's walking away, now your ass is cuntless Trust me, you don't want this 'Cause I could read you and your type of people No one wants to be you 'cause all the bitches leave you
Me, I get rid of them 'cause I don't wanna get at them You finger fuck them and you think that you did something Yeah, I know her and I only had to piss something We walking back in the room and your face like, ‽Did I miss somethingâ€
Sold most of my cars, I couldn't make sense to the fact Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com That once I got that thing, I wanted to ride in the back I'm not trying to say that driving that is whack But two seats that's impossible, now where is riding that
The Rolexes got a shining grill with the diamonds here So the light can play tetris Don't say my chain is sick, say it's infectious Bitches bringing Neosporin when the hero is touring
The chains chilling like it's below zero, snoring The poochie bucket, the Louie luggage The scarf is bunny, my spirit's so sunny Niggas call them out 'cause my thoughts turn to money
The swagger, swagger, swagger international Swagger, swagger international Swagger, swagger international Swagger, swagger international
I try to be strategic like a warrior Man, they young warrior shit is what you know me for My mind's a rap city, my heart is like an overture None before me, none after, I'm the only for sure
Man, you nothing like me, you want to call me for sure I sell suggestive lifestyle, you sell homie couture Ha ha, never, a runway for my clothing line Strictly PJ runways occasional ocean line
In my aid to Bahamas and the coast is fine I let the wind hit my watch, I had to blow some time See my ears rock n roll, my money's no sublime From these sherbet ice creams with a dose of lime
I'm strictly Shirley Temple, Nigo wants to toast with wine Cheers, fuck it, can't let you niggas gross my mind With your low ambition and no damn vision Black and white ideas with no precision
My mind is like a diamond producing colors like a prism With no knowledge or understanding How the fuck you gonna reach wisdom My mind is reasoning outlast ink and pens If you niggas think you know me, niggas think again
The swagger, swagger, swagger international Swagger, swagger international Swagger, swagger international Swagger, swagger international
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