Joe Grind - Swagger lyrics

[Intro : Giggs] Yes Grind Yeah Running up the sets again I'm having fun with it, you know them ones These n***as are struggling out here Boom [Verse 1: Joe Grind] Just got me a sprayer pump Came out in my Nike suit, and my red dunks Came out in the right mood, Imma clean up Been up since the stars, sun and the clouds touched And I done about 20 shots, and I parked up Stepped out the whip, yo saw, they were starstruck Young bucks, so I just wait, and they all blushed Wrote Grind on their school books, they were all touched Boom buck what I've heard [?] new stuff Told him all that I've bought, he said 'Ah, f**!' Hung up, look for some creps, for the last touch Tried some Air Force in the 9, got a size up DJs ringing my line for some hot dubs Claim that they're playing some hard stuff, but it's not us Didn't wanna to play our tunes, when we [?] Now they're all up in our sh** like some bum-fluff Stop now, go back 4 lines, feel my new style In my new clothes, I put them in my nice house Stayed in, took a nice nap, for a nice while Woke up, feeling all fresh and it's night now Came out, drawed a hot ting, f**ed her brains out Change out of the sweaty suit, and it's stained out Line rings, so I run quick to the trap house Bagged up about 30 draws, now I'm staying out [Verse 2: Giggs] Ain't my swagger great? My little shop in West End, that's my swagger place Stepped in with a happy face Told him give me two course, like a Canapé I'm a black yout' That cute, chicks looking like I'm that yout' Fat zoot, black boots, cap [?] Went Spiderman 3, with the black suit Been in the trap like 3 months Go and get your own dough, this ain't a free lunch Fam I make my own dough, look at me stunt Fur coat packs a mean punch [?], leave blunt I can do this all day just let the beat run Sweet tongue, he runs when the beats done You just took my whole flow, made a cheap one I can make a mixtape before the weeks' done When you make a CD it's kinda weak son You could drop a CD, get a weeks' run 'Ard Bodied months later, that's the streets done 'Ard Bodied that's the streets one Hollowman and Dubz on the streets tongue Drop Walk in da Park, that's my heat done They'll be banging me again, like a re-run Fam I'm just chilling I just kicked the door off, left the sh** swinging No nit picking, no dick clinging Four years and not bats, got the fifth in him It was hard luck Went to throw the towel in, you can ask Buck Now we roll up and we park up Jump out of the whip, women starstruck They're like 'ah f**' That's that n***a that always drops the hard stuff Little dark s*uts Wanna laugh up, touch my arse up f** a hard nut n***as know me from the hood, when the star-struck You'll be seeing stars, duck Ain't talking coffee shots when my star-bucks