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In a world, filled with the worst music you could ever think of Only one man can bring hiphop back to it's purest form And that man is Captain Swag He has swag, and the ability to swag like no other What's his superpower? Bars, bars, bars He might not be able to fly But his ability to get fly puts him above the rest (SWAGCARTEL) Trap music, this that trap music Real trap music, this that trap music Stop the cap nigga, you ain't making trap music Got the Captain Swag in this bitch Boutta bring that based shit back to Houston Shit so hard I got a fucking paraplegic moving SWAGCARTEL is not a group, boy we're a fucking movement If we ain't getting to that money I'll start getting pushy All this O's in my bank account, shit starting to look cushy When I die I ain't worried 'cause I know I'm coming back Reincarnated to an emo Asian girl, with a fat pussy Swag Can't no nigga do it like Captain Swag Pulled up in that bitch like swag Evisu don't fit, I sag I dropped her now that bitch is mad Pockets Paul Blart, 'cause that bitch is fat Pockets fat as fuck, in this bitch, looking like Twomad Matter fact, I'm boutta fat shame my fucking pockets Fat fuck, fat ass, all this weight fucking up my damn knees When I stepped up on a fucking scale That bitch said "One at a time, please" If my pockets gave back to the world Nigga, it would probably start world peace Trap music, this that trap music Real trap music, this that trap music It's Captain Swag nigga Word is bond, word is bond Captain Swag in this bitch nigga Fuck you talking bout? Captain Swag, out
Writer(s): Braylon Terrell Shaw Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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