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swag ain’t free - young jaays lyrics

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[intro]
aye, aye, yeah, big yjs yeah

[hook]
yeah, aye, what, this swag ain’t free
uh, yeah, what, this swag ain’t free
uh, yeah, aye, this swag ain’t free
huh, this swag ain’t free
aye, this swag ain’t free

[chorus]
i just popped another (what, yeah)
i just popped another m to show these n*ggas they ain’t me
baby if you wasn’t hip, that means i’m rollin’ off an e
i just f*cked a foreign b*tch that p*ssy straight from overseas
like baby girl that boy a b*tch, i ain’t him, he ain’t me
like n*gga i got so many f*cking racks to back and forth right with a flea
young n*gga took yo b*tch, no designer
i f*cked that b*tch, that boy crowned her
fried like fish, winter flounder
i already hit, when you found her
huh
laughing my ass off to the bank
got a dark fronto filled with perma and it stank

[verse]
these n*ggas they copy me, they won’t admit i’m a real trendsetter
this lil b*tch topping while her man on the phone, she don’t know no better
broke boy stop talking to me you’re a waste of life, you don’t get no cheddar
these n*ggas they ai generated, can’t compare to the big “j” letter
these b*tches be choosing just like they be chopped, uh, my grey sweater
i’m rocking celine and these gucci my socks, what, please do better
napoleon i pulled up right with that llama just like my name was jon heder
b*tch you is a nat i put that on my momma, you need to get it together
i said that b*tch a bird but no i’m not stupid, f*ck i look like plucking feathers
i’m swerving, i’m swerving this rari is roofless, don’t give a f*ck bout the weather
[chorus]
i just popped another (what, yeah)
i just popped another m to show these n*ggas they ain’t me
baby if you wasn’t hip, that means i’m rollin’ off an e
i just f*cked a foreign b*tch that p*ssy straight from overseas
like baby girl that boy a b*tch, i ain’t him, he ain’t me
like n*gga i got so many f*cking racks to back and forth right with a flea
young n*gga took yo b*tch, no designer
i f*cked that b*tch, that boy crowned her
fried like fish, winter flounder
i already hit, when you found her
huh
laughing my ass off to the bank
got a dark fronto filled with perma and it stank

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