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Soulja Boy Tell em - Swag Flu Lyrics




[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
I, I, I, I Be so High (so High)
So, so fly (so fly)
Above the clouds
I, I, I Got Da Swag Flu
I, I, I Be so clean (so so clean)
New Jeans (new jeans)
Look, look at me, I, I, I, I Got da Swag Flu
[x2]

[Verse 1:]
Hopped up out the Lambo,
With my top back (top down)
Soulja tellem, I'm spending hot shit,
Tell that to the birdman (man)
Shout out to the cash,
Man we holdin down,
I come to the club... (Not sure what's next)
Every song that I drop I spit that knowledge,
I pull up to my mansion and it's bigger than a college,
Ya boy spending cash every second every minute,
When it come to the stunting dog it ain't no limit
Sipping on the bottle until that bitch empty,
Bottle after bottle yeah I got plenty,
I'm just getting started ain't no where enough in me
The chain on my neck cost two drop top Bentley's

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Swisha, sweets, money on the fee,
Hundred on the sheet,
Call the f-50 a piece,
Condo suites, Versace sheets,
Cold whip game, candy am a hundred each,
My type hot drop top sunny nights,
Cash money life, popping bottles hopping flights,
Versace shades, baby got this money to blow,
And she know it so I bought her to this marble floor
Holiday everyday in this high life,
Red hot lights and smash on site,
Spending how you feel,
Always daddy, life is priceless,
Strapped in that new caddy,

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
What da move fool
What it do
Who are you
Poppin tags like da bird man
Yeah I got da bird flu
Can't hop out da bed cu I'm sick I got da swag flu
Bright jewelz shine thru
Iller den the swine flu (BURR!)
Gucci in the vocal booth quarentine da studio
Chain got cancer so I think I need chemo
I'm so Dan Marino
Quarter back ah brick squad
Wacka he my wide reciever
Frenchie he my nose guard
OJ he my runnin back
Whoo da kid my tight end
3 seconds lefT 4th and 10 what we goin in
Swag jumpin out da gym
My money gotta ah verticle
Lyrics are like threatens
So I jm jockin dey ah murder ya (well damn!)

[Chorus]
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[Chorus: Soulja Boy]
I, I, I, I Be so High (so High)
So, so fly (so fly)
Above the clouds
I, I, I Got Da Swag Flu
I, I, I Be so clean (so so clean)
New Jeans (new jeans)
Look, look at me, I, I, I, I Got da Swag Flu
[x2]

[Verse 1:]
Hopped up out the Lambo,
With my top back (top down)
Soulja tellem, I'm spending hot shit,
Tell that to the birdman (man)
Shout out to the cash,
Man we holdin down,
I come to the club... (Not sure what's next)
Every song that I drop I spit that knowledge,
I pull up to my mansion and it's bigger than a college,
Ya boy spending cash every second every minute,
When it come to the stunting dog it ain't no limit
Sipping on the bottle until that bitch empty,
Bottle after bottle yeah I got plenty,
I'm just getting started ain't no where enough in me
The chain on my neck cost two drop top Bentley's

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Birdman]
Swisha, sweets, money on the fee,
Hundred on the sheet,
Call the f-50 a piece,
Condo suites, Versace sheets,
Cold whip game, candy am a hundred each,
My type hot drop top sunny nights,
Cash money life, popping bottles hopping flights,
Versace shades, baby got this money to blow,
And she know it so I bought her to this marble floor
Holiday everyday in this high life,
Red hot lights and smash on site,
Spending how you feel,
Always daddy, life is priceless,
Strapped in that new caddy,

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
What da move fool
What it do
Who are you
Poppin tags like da bird man
Yeah I got da bird flu
Can't hop out da bed cu I'm sick I got da swag flu
Bright jewelz shine thru
Iller den the swine flu (BURR!)
Gucci in the vocal booth quarentine da studio
Chain got cancer so I think I need chemo
I'm so Dan Marino
Quarter back ah brick squad
Wacka he my wide reciever
Frenchie he my nose guard
OJ he my runnin back
Whoo da kid my tight end
3 seconds lefT 4th and 10 what we goin in
Swag jumpin out da gym
My money gotta ah verticle
Lyrics are like threatens
So I jm jockin dey ah murder ya (well damn!)

[Chorus]
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