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Oh oh its Kreayshawn bro
Oh guess what I'm up on this track
I lay ya down on ya back, with the mack
I bet ya didn't know, but I knew it
Ya fuckin blew it, let's fuckin do it
Yea cause I'm swag surfin
On the swag tsunami, yea I'm surfin
But I can't swim, but ill be
ridin that wave all mutha fuckin day yea
I got the fuckin swag flu bro
Oh guess what I'm up on this track
I lay ya down on ya back, with the mack
I bet ya didn't know, but I knew it
Ya fuckin blew it, let's fuckin do it
Yea cause I'm swag surfin
On the swag tsunami, yea I'm surfin
But I can't swim, but ill be
ridin that wave all mutha fuckin day yea
I got the fuckin swag flu bro
I'm coughing on you're bitch, and I hope she don't get it
Cause I got it, bitch I rock it
That swag flu shit makes me wanna stop it
And look I went to the store and got some shit
Yea that shit was lookin better than ya bitch
In the picture, I wish I was kicking it wit cha
But I can't so I'ma go do my fuckin dance bitch
What it do? I'm gonna fuck ya crew
And after I'm done then I'm gonna kill you
I will kill you, and its nothin to me
Run up on you with the jimmy and the kimmy
Pull out the tommy, like salami
I make sandwiches, Italian deli
Bitch I'm so heavy like a fuckin weight
Lift me up, hold me down, I'm off the ground
I'm to heavy for you to carry around
Put me on ya back girl, run around with me on ya back, like a piggy back ride
I run up when I ride girl
In the side girl, I got the mack girl
And if ya actin crazy then ill have to react girl Don't fuckin play with me like its a joke
Not on Facebook i will fuckin poke, you in the eye
And I don't play, I hope you lose your vision, I'm from the bay
You can't see me, or on tv, maybe on ustream
You can really act like ya know me when ya add me on twitter
Don't be actin like hella bitter, when I don't follow you back
It's nothing personal, you ain't cooler than me, ya status ain't tight, but I will update all night and all day, I don't fuckin give a shit
Fuck everything and fuck your fuckin bitch
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
I can't fuckin stop cussin, shit fuckin whore
I fuckin love cussin, shit bitch hoe
Fuckin shit I don't know all the cuss words
But ill keep it lit, fuck you bitch
Yea yea I'm going fuckin ham,
I'm goin fuckin spam, and I will kill ya man
I will kill ya momma, and i will kill ya dog
I won't kill ya kitty, but ill steal her, and put her in a bag
And take her home, and she can play with my cat too
My cats a fuckin goon, she's a real goon
I got a fuckin text message, who it be?
It's Lil B from The Pack, hey I got 5 on the dro, if ya get a blunt, man you already know
I had a bag of dro somewhere and I lost it
I think I got to go look for it, it is in my pocket
(Thanks to Kylie for these lyrics)
Cause I got it, bitch I rock it
That swag flu shit makes me wanna stop it
And look I went to the store and got some shit
Yea that shit was lookin better than ya bitch
In the picture, I wish I was kicking it wit cha
But I can't so I'ma go do my fuckin dance bitch
What it do? I'm gonna fuck ya crew
And after I'm done then I'm gonna kill you
I will kill you, and its nothin to me
Run up on you with the jimmy and the kimmy
Pull out the tommy, like salami
I make sandwiches, Italian deli
Bitch I'm so heavy like a fuckin weight
Lift me up, hold me down, I'm off the ground
I'm to heavy for you to carry around
Put me on ya back girl, run around with me on ya back, like a piggy back ride
I run up when I ride girl
In the side girl, I got the mack girl
And if ya actin crazy then ill have to react girl Don't fuckin play with me like its a joke
Not on Facebook i will fuckin poke, you in the eye
And I don't play, I hope you lose your vision, I'm from the bay
You can't see me, or on tv, maybe on ustream
You can really act like ya know me when ya add me on twitter
Don't be actin like hella bitter, when I don't follow you back
It's nothing personal, you ain't cooler than me, ya status ain't tight, but I will update all night and all day, I don't fuckin give a shit
Fuck everything and fuck your fuckin bitch
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
I can't fuckin stop cussin, shit fuckin whore
I fuckin love cussin, shit bitch hoe
Fuckin shit I don't know all the cuss words
But ill keep it lit, fuck you bitch
Yea yea I'm going fuckin ham,
I'm goin fuckin spam, and I will kill ya man
I will kill ya momma, and i will kill ya dog
I won't kill ya kitty, but ill steal her, and put her in a bag
And take her home, and she can play with my cat too
My cats a fuckin goon, she's a real goon
I got a fuckin text message, who it be?
It's Lil B from The Pack, hey I got 5 on the dro, if ya get a blunt, man you already know
I had a bag of dro somewhere and I lost it
I think I got to go look for it, it is in my pocket
(Thanks to Kylie for these lyrics)
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