SINIMA BEATS - Swag k**er lyrics
[Intro: K-Rino] Swag? Haha! Here we go [Verse One: K-Rino] Snatch 'em up and let's throw 'em in trunks Everywhere I turn my head dudes is lookin' like punks You keep wearing all them tight shirts, your chest might crack Listen fool; grown men ain't supposed to dress like that And what's up with them stockings that you trynna wear? Got strong a** pretty boy dyin' his hair They say there ain't no men that teach boys, they fadin' out quick I hope you didn't have a daddy, cause if so he need his a** kicked! I'm in the spot, hoping to see mics breakin' Then you jump up on the stage with all that bouncin' and shakin' This might be the wildest thing there ever was in the world I seen a rapper t**ng one time and it wasn't a girl Just accept your manhood fool, your life could improve You a 32 year old dude with lights on your shoes And if I tell him move around he got the right to refuse But they gonna see me charged with offing him that night on the news [Chorus: K-Rino] Cause I'm the Swag k**er The Swag-the Swag k**er I'm the Swag k**er, the Swag the Swag k**er I'm the rapper tap k**er, add body bag zilla! [Verse Two: K-Rino] I'll run you off the block, weather it's your fault or not You need to get a 3X man, your shirt look like a halter top Yeah man, I know we supposed to be brothers But on your album cover, why y'all stand so close to each other? I might roll up to your residence, kick in the doors Thought I was in your little sister's room, turned out it was yours I'm ready to come and show you what my whole team 'bout Grab a pair of grip pliers and snatch your nose ring out They could probably swim across that blood river you made I'mma shave that relaxer off your head and give you a fade You a star, so you in the photo-shoots with photographers I ain't never seen gangster rappers use choreographers You're corny and you're basic, plus your image is childish Makes me wanna beat the hell out of you and your stylist Police can't even save you when I'm doing my damage Ring the grease out of your hair then go fry me a fish sandwich [Chorus: K-Rino] Cause I'm the Swag k**er The Swag-the Swag k**er I'm the Swag k**er, the Swag the Swag k**er I'm the rapper tap k**er, add body bag zilla! [Verse Three: K-Rino] You in Hollywood with no local or out of town fans Ain't nobody at the shows but you and the sound man Now you standin' hear explainin', trying not to get crushed But we can't have this conversation 'til you wipe off that blush See I've been blessed with realness, tried and hood-tested And you should be arrested for them pictures in your press kick Not the one to be messed with, cause I'm much worse Your clothing line ain't nothing but a dozen airbrushed shirts I'mma burn your wardrobe from your socks to your collar How you gonna make it rain and try to go pick up your own dollars? Lookin' like a clown matters if you get paid stacks Climbing out of a limousine wearing them 9th grade slacks In front of ma**es, I'm teaching daily Swag-less cla**es Silly a**es walking around with no lens in they gla**es I got a surprise for all these feminine guys Run up on stage and snap them contacts out 'ya eyes Cause I'm the...