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letra de swag it up - kerser

[intro:]
check
you want the old school kers back?
ask and you shall receive
look

[verse 1:]
i got my chains on and now i’m swagging on
yelling “c-town”, someone bring the bagging for ’em
ain’t need a zip up, i’ve never switched up
i’ve seen the c-nts, you thinking tough? just stop and b-tch up
but i ain’t saying sh-t, i ain’t giving fame out
the lion off the leash, i ain’t getting tame now
i’m in designer, rolling out to airports
at the start, we used to walk, they be like “they’re poor”
i got my motivation, always got my motor racing
king of rap, i own the nation, sickest doctors overweight and
i’m like a coma patient, walking with a big cup
she ask me for my autograph, i signed it, saying “sick c-nt”
this that good sh-t, kerser in the limousine
they f-cking dreaming, thinking they could ever finish me
i’m number one, yeah, i heard it, you know
i keep dropping cd’s ’cause they’re certainly dope, get it?
i’ma shine, i don’t care how they feel
in ten years, you look back, like “you ran it for real?”
i mean, i show you how to stack cash off this rap sh-t
i show you how to do it proper with no wack sh-t

[interlude 1:]
i show you how to do it proper with no wack sh-t
i show you how to do it proper

[verse 2:]
pay homage, i’m the first without the media
to dominate this sh-t and take what they was feeding ya
the one and only, i’m the man, my bars will never stop
i’m getting paper everyday, i’m like a letterbox
oh, you don’t like that, like how i write that
got me swaggie something, i could cause a time lapse
i got these bars, i ain’t stopping for a f-cking hook
you telling stories, probably read ’em from a f-cking book
i remember c-nts getting rushed for ten bucks
i lit my spliff like “f-ck, will he get up?” (you know)
this is old school kers, what you been waiting for
my old fans are like “sh-t man, he’s back as raw”
smoking up and sipping cups man, this the usual
kerser one can put the fun into your funeral
i’ma p-ss on what you drop, just like a urinal
i tell a b-tch “my name is kers, don’t call me beautiful”
you dancing ’round on stage, your sh-t looks like a musical
our sh-t is raw, we rock a show and bring the crew for you
i’ve been celebrating, ’bout to hit the road again
i blew up years ago, i guess that i’m exploding then
i’ve never been a b-tch boy, i’ve never been a d-ck ride
watching half the f-ggots seen, all they do is switch sides
i’m with the same side i’ve been since the team kid
jumping on a hater is our version of a remix

[interlude 2:]
jumping on a hater is our version of a remix
jumping on a hater

[verse 3:]
abk, i swear that you ain’t seen the half of us
the other half you haven’t seen, they keep masking up
they pumping jobs, now i’ll send ’em to the aria’s
tell em “shoot it up” okay, i took it far enough
now, these rappers think they’re bouncing again
the sh-t you tryin’ to do what i done in 2010
it just won’t happen again, i’m that one of a kind
the blueprint that i designed can’t be done again, alright?
spitting rhymes and they turn into a paycheck
so fresh, i don’t ask, they just say yes
been around a long time at the top spot
c-nts dropping down my music like a f-cking hotshot

[interlude 3:]
c-nts dropping down my music like a f-cking hotshot
c-nts dropping down my music-c-nts dropping down

- kerser

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