Letras
Aye, top ten
She the final to my top ten
I just pulled up with them Milwaukee Bucks in
Got it up, yeah them muthafuckin' sluts in
Told her bring one, two, three, four, five friends
Off the head, I don't even need a fucking pen
Gone off the beat, told that bitch that I be off the Hen
Aye and I be off the Wock' and I be off the drank
Wocka Flocka Flame how I'm going hard off in the paint
Aye, and I don't even wanna fuck her cause her pussy stank
Told her get the head up out her, yeah I got her out of shape
I got her out of shape, I told her lose some weight
Yeah, I'm going in eating steak, bitch my life great
I made a 45, just in one day
And then I went to Saks and fucked it up all in one play
Aye, and that is no cap, 1500 for my bottom half no cap
Aye, and that is no Kizzy, I told that bitch that I got a fade
I look like Drizzy, I told that bitch
I might pull upon different little Bentley
And that nigga don't want shit
I got juice like simply
Bitch I keep a fucking tooly' its a nine tho
I keep a nine like I'm muthafuckin Rondo
I told that bitch I want to fuck her in a condo
Aye, ayy, ay
45 on my hip just like Michael
Make a bitch fuck around walk the tight rope
Drank in my cup, hell yeah its dirty hoe
I aint got the time to sip on no Grey Goose
Yeah, you heard it first
I'm that nigga that's gone send your ass off in hearse
Say you really want to fuck round with the dirt
My babushka Burberry match my hoe skirt
Aye, ayy, ay
Slap her with the dick, now she screaming Bloody Mary
Pour the Wock' in a muthafuckin Bloody Mary
Churchie Almighty I think I'm Jim Carey
Swag Jim Carey, white Katy Perry
Shooter Jason Terry, Swag ain't never worried
Swag got a lot of swag, Swag got a lot of bags
Swag got a lot money, pop a lot of tags (Hmm)
Swag will put a pussy a nigga in a body bag (Hmm)
Swag will put your baby momma up in a Jag (Hmm)