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Swag Surfin Lyrics

[King Fresh]

Yo the group is swag union
Run in your house shooting
210 that's near Houston
Where people die profusely
I go stupid on this beat
Go ahead & take a seat
Cause my swag is hard to beat
And cause I ball
John wall
In my jays
All day
Get out my way
Tryna get payed
Names Kordell aka young fresh, is the best
Young kid from tex-as
I got this girl but not for long
Baby I'm gone
Can't stay with one
Life's too long uh
I got that swag
You never had
And yeah I'm bad
You talkin mad
Well that's too bad
Cause now you dead boy, but I still ball
And until we fall
I stay repping San Antonio
Fuck around get polio
We wild like some buffaloes
Money in my portfolio
We roll that Justin bieber then we puff up on that mistletoe
No its difficult it comes natural to me
Cause I'm a p-I-m-p, a self made g
And cause I ball, John wall"
[Black]

Southside in this bitch
Bloodhounds is my clique
Fuck all you ho ass niggas
Yeah I'm gettin rich
Talk shit about my set
That's a hot one in your chest
And I'll put your ass to rest
Cause you fuckin with the best yeah
I don't play no fuckin games
So stay in your fuckin lane
Fuck all you ho ass females
Cause my where my heart remains
Corpus Christi is my city
You wanna flex with nigga come find me
I'm never hiding, I'll put your ass down six feet
And I got them power blows nigga
So you don't even wanna get into it with me"

[NightWalker]

N Gang is swag surfing
Volume 3 you niggas hurting

And you see we fresh to death
Cause you fucking with the best

My worst nightmares are my best dreams
Fairy tales is what it seems

Kicking ass and jumping over you fools
Could of had some juice

Kicked out for kicking flags
Pop the bubble like bubble ass
Your flow wack you should pass
Smelling like you passed gas

I'm Night and we are here
We make the scrubs run in fear
Surprises don't scare me
Except bad rappers that I see
They make it poof
Your key to swag you need proof

Your just there in the back
Can you tell me why your label act
They don't need for the tape
We make the orders for the game
But could it really be the same ?

After we are done
Premature, go ahead and get your gun

I'm killing all you fakes
I make it rain you make flakes
I'm with the gang on this beat

I'm spitting fire I need a seat
Throw you off the bandwagon
Stick to chips and playing madden
Right where you stand
Your girl left for a real man

You try to reason with Logic
This is the N Gang Project
Now I'm On top of my game
Recieving money and the fame

Your raps all bring shame
Cause your a fucking lame

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