Music to swag to - Vanity
Written By Bryson Taylor. Produced by G-Smooth
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Just wanted to be vain, but with a point
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The only one on my team don't care what them haters hating bout
I'ma do me keep it clean and take the playa route
they say the pen is mightier than the sword
bring either one to my gunfight you won't be breathing no more
always finish whether or not I started the fighting
what I recite striking like lighting writing too high to be heightened
ready to eat every artist I got respect for
I'm always in between some cheeks consider me an asshole
Definition-
Swag, ostentanious display of arrogance and conceit. To strut confidently, defiantly, and brag noisily. To bring, force, or accomplish in a superior manner. Conducting oneself with sophistication earning respect
Under Definition -
(Ladies raise your hands if you got that swag)
(brothas raise your glass if you got that swag)
(Bitches shake your ass if you got that swag)
(Niggas wave your flags if you got that swag)
Verse 1
No one on the corner has swagga like me toe tagger like B twist up baggies like these
not much of a bragger but a hell of a body bagger act a fool off that lager fierce how my shit pierce like daggers
sag my pants low though my nuts hang closer to the floor
don't need no chains cars or clothes to pull every hoe you know
cause game spit out my mouth suck em in like a bllack hole don't spend it I stack dough on that ass like a backbone
four niggaz run up mean four families in bereavement shooting shit out like semen feel like I'm releasing my demons
make it so hot put the devil job out commission out my nose come those smoke emmissions out my gun ammunition
a civilized savage need so much cabbage thought I was famished poetic like Hamlet I'm flippin this shit like pamphlets
let's get it established B.C.'s like an elitist maverick what I say is law's fabric like the ten commadment stone tablets (nigga)
Hook - Under Hook
You giving orders not requests signing your own checks living life with no regrets (then you got that swag)
You got money and respect won't settle for nothing less and ain't have to spread your legs (baby got that swag)
Don't give a damn about the feds couldn't care about them less never paid a dime for sex (then you got that swag)
People know that you the best nothing else needs to be said hate so hard they face is red (Bischeop got that swag)
(Ladies raise your hands if you got that swag)
(brothas raise your glass if you got that swag)
(Bitches shake your ass if you got that swag)
(Niggas wave your flags if you got that swag)
Verse 2
You couldn't hold this much swag inside a thousand gallon trash bag
give niggaz worst ass whoopin they ever had flash backs
I leave open wound lashed backs emcees spread out like asscracks clear the room like I passed gas flick you off like the last ash
welcome to the torture center you've now entered hell's gates I'm more mature you niggaz insecure like some jailbait
who's number one I'm right behind that ass like tailgates bout to have this rap shit on lock down like cellmates
eating like acid through these faggot rap bastards they girls toot they asses anytime I walk past it I cut deep like slashes spit like boxers throwing bashes on fire like passion black from walking through these ashes
way I take teeth out your mouth thought I practiced dentistry have your jaw locked up asking for granted clemency
heart left your chest when the bullets took up the tenancy got a red dot on your face but your skin ain't blemishing
(Hook)
Verse 3
Sink lines and hooks like a rod cast turn the light to hot ash touch the mic after me branding B.C. in your soft hands
you bragging on a podcast I'm more like a national broadcast the worldwide bank you bitches small cash
see these fleas ain't g's they don't match half the criteria bitches like you is viruses spreading like a bacteria (FAKE!) I get all up in that ass like dysenteria hoes cold as siberia glock hot like nigeria
hungry for bullets I'll feed you test me killings procedral I'm just like a general lead troops he's a killa indeed true perforate a perpurtrator squirt until he's see through god said he needs you you try tepping in my cathedral
write words like obituraries yours belong in the comics I'm black as ebonics and bout simple as economics drive through niggaz like sonics got this shit wrapped like ceramics stick this metal to your mouth like orthodontics nigga
(Intro)
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