Slim Thug - OCD Swag lyrics

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Slim Thug:

Swag, bitch I’m fresh up out the bag

Every time you see me I be fresh about the tag

I keep a dough 50, keep them hoes on dick

That’s right, I keep a fly ride to keep them saying it's the shit

Stay clean I’ma ocd nigga, don’t get it twisted

Cause I kick it, I’m a g nigga

Say you fly, you ain’t g6, that’s me nigga

Belt a stack, and the shoe 2 g’s nigga

See nigga, my swag out your budget

And you ain’t gotta like it, but your bitch sure love it

It’s nothing, it’s nothing, it’s nothing when you hustlin

I stay ocd, so stay the fuck away from me

(CHORUS Killa, Thugga)

S is for the stacks, dubs for the women

All on dick, G is how I’m livin

I’m a street nigga, with a lot of green

Stupid with a bunch of gwap, that mean I got swag

Bitch we turned up, these niggas cut down

Oh that’s your main hoe, she's just a bust down

I’m a street nigga, with a lot of green

Stupid with a bunch of gwap, that mean I got swag

KIlla Kyleon:

Real nigga, one hundred, 99 they addin up

Chase the paper I’m speedin nigga,

Looking back when I pass you up

Now pass the cups, I’m leanin

2 zips I’m dreamin, with a bad bitch

Your last bitch, she mine now cause I cashed yeah

I’m talkin money, you’re talking slow, they all ears

I’m talkin more, your pockets quiet they speechless

What the fuck are you talkin for?

Fresh like i hopped out plastic, stuck on the ground like velcro

Pedal to the floor, I’m mashin

In that red coupe lookin like elmo

Street nigga not no sesame, money makin my recipe

Garlic weed and that french toast, making bread my specialty

All I do is count like Dracula, get more, get more, stack it up

Money make her cum she freaky

Reverse, reverse, back it up,

She wine fine… my neck, my fist like Colorado

Rocky nigga, I’m Stallone

Syrup my soda, kush my cologne, T.e.x.a.s nigga

Run that bitch like they do

Money my main your ex bitch

Running that … like …boo

S is for the stacks, dubs for the women

All on dick, G is how I’m livin

I’ma street nigga, with a lot of green

Stupid with a bunch of gwap, that mean I got swag

Bitch we turned up, these niggas cut down

Oh that’s your main hoe, she’s just a bust down

I’m a street nigga, with a lot of green

Stupid with a bunch of gwap, that mean I got swag

L.E.$:

Brim low that fly, bitch you know I’m that guy

Candy drippin, wet my whip look like it just got baptized

Beatin out the trunk, you niggas hear me when I pass by

I’m super tight, don’t ask why, three blunts in, im mad high

Gucci belt on my dickies bitches saying I’m pretty

Fat ass and them titties, got her coming out her vickies

Bitches be coming and bitches be goin,

They lovin the way that a nigga be flowin

I’m spittin the game and it’s gettin them open

I put my peninsula up in her ocean, hopin

… bitch I’m swanging in your lane

Mad because they screaming L.E. Dolla and not your name

My money growing no rogaine, them stones whiter than cocaine

We showing naked ass cause we be stuntin without no shame

S is for the stacks, dubs for the women

All on dick, G is I’m livin

I’m a street nigga, with a lot of green

Stupid with a bunch of gwap, that mean I got swag

Bitch we turned up, these niggas cut down

Oh that’s your main hoe, she’s just a bust down

I’m a street nigga, with a lot of green

Stupid with a bunch of gwap, that mean I got swag.

Thanks to Richie for correcting these lyrics