NightWalker - Swag Surfin lyrics

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NightWalker - 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 f** 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 b**h Bloodhounds is my clique f** all you ho a** n***as Yeah I'm gettin rich Talk sh** about my set That's a hot one in your chest And I'll put your a** to rest Cause you f**in with the best yeah I don't play no f**in games So stay in your f**in lane f** all you ho a** females Cause my where my heart remains Corpus Christi is my city You wanna flex with n***a come find me I'm never hiding, I'll put your a** down six feet And I got them power blows n***a So you don't even wanna get into it with me" [NightWalker] N Gang is swag surfing Volume 3 you n***as hurting And you see we fresh to d**h Cause you f**ing with the best My worst nightmares are my best dreams Fairy tales is what it seems Kicking a** and jumping over you fools Could of had some juice Kicked out for kicking flags Pop the bubble like bubble a** Your flow wack you should pa** Smelling like you pa**ed 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 k**ing 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 f**ing lame