T.I. - Swing Ya Rag lyrics

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Alright, okay, I don't dance, no way

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it round in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it round in the air

New Akoo outfit with a gucci rag

Tied to my beltloop and my louis bag

Full of stacks rubberbands round big cash

Got a sick swag til tha hataz get mad (come on)

We in the club homes gettin our thug on

Bottles of patron if you grown get your buzz on

We brought the broads out and brought the cars out

I'm like the moon I shine and bring the stars out

When it dark out get the squad out

We ball hard sucka ***** eat ya heart out

I'm too advanced super swag in my louis pants

Ballin now my louis silk shirt match my louis rag

In musabi(?) big ballin is my hobby

I'm boppin while I'm walkin rag fallin out my pocket

If big money ain't the topic homie I ain't even talkin

Get it on by the workers but I'm cool with all the bosses

Catch me flossin at the mall talkin to a broad

She follow me and gucci and I taught her how to ball

3 pair shoes 4 shirts 6 rags

Chick said dad that's more in my bag

Shawty I can show you how to spend this bread real fast

Then get a group of chicks to give you head real fast

Silk scarf hangin outa jeans ya'll

Homie I ain't thinkin I'm just doin my thing

I took some time off and now I'm back ya'll

While your in the line at the club I'm in the back dawg

And when this song on ballas peel stacks off

And make it rain on them broads watch the stacks fall

And pull your rag out and wave it left, right

Let it sag with ya pants get ya swag just right

Ride bankhead flare flyin out the benz

Once a fool with it we gon'bring em out again