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Fuck Swag Lyrics - Artist : Manor, The
It's The Manor
Oi, oi Saying fuck swag I'm saying fuck swag My clothes are so shit Dodgy geezer cocky on a knees up Give me one or two and I'll be necking like a litre Heading southend in a forty seven seater Shouting we ain't counting fellas saying we ain't either I'm bring rap back in my Penge flat cap Fuck the wave jumpers bumping Drizzy in a snap back I'm looking caj in my lilac Primark rags Not sweating getting vetting form the lads So above it that I can't see clouds I'm laughing at clowns in Armani gowns Fake bake tarts ten a penny on the town Grinding for a fiver still be liver than your sound I ain't showered since 1993 I'm a dirty little cunt no-one is liver on the beat No-one is waver than this raver fuck the hippies in the sea I flip it on the mic so you can see that I'm deep One pair of jeans every video you've seen Mashed up vans and a thirty p tee The only shirt I worry 'bout's what my team is They're saying fuck swag I'm the only one who means it I'm the only one who means it They're saying fuck swag I'm the only one who means it Trust me. He ain't lying I don't give a fuck who's the realest Ayo check the manouevur Monday down the boozer I'm on the karaoke tryna cop for a cougar She told me 'bout her age I couldn't give a fuck Said it's never too much then I sang a bit of Luther Bang, I stay in my bed all day Then I rave all night so I'm broke always Went Nandos and only bought perinaise Stole the stamp and the card and the fork and the plate (fuck it) Trims on tick that's some hard time shit I've got ninety-nine debts and a sleeve full of tricks YP railcard don't check mail nah If anyone calls just tell 'em I ain't 'ere ma She says I'm wotless I said I know this But don't tell me that my bars ain't the coldest I'll mature soon I'll gain focus But right now I'm playing online poker One pair of jeans every video you've seen Mashed up vans and a thirty p tee The only shirt I worry 'bout's what my team is They're saying fuck swag I'm the only one who means it I'm the only one who means it They're saying fuck swag I'm the only one who means it Trust me. He ain't lying I don't give a fuck who's the realest Man are kamikaze rapping in Armani Loving my fucking money more than Danny loves Carley True Religion I'm piffin' in my Cavalli And all these different women are coming past me Never chilling until I be whipping in a Ferrari Little horse on my chest and one on my car key You might hear son, that I clear funds So my white air ones looking brighter than you charlie I'm brighter than your sparkie hood caterer Ain't gotta Danny 'bout Graft I'm not a labourer Couldn't buy your missus dinner so you're plating her Jolly up in favourite chicken all on a date with her Rich forever bitch fuck being broke Made my first six bills spent a monkey on a coat Bruddas talking 'bout there ain't a need for it Saying fuck swag 'cause you ain't got the pea for it One pair of jeans for every day of the week Roley and my Stoney and my jacket's C.P And when you want to get a load you see me for it Saying fuck swag 'cause you ain't got the pea for it It's 'cause you ain't got the pea for it Saying fuck swag 'cause you ain't got the pea for it Trust me. He ain't lying Both you man need to leave it |
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