Teach Me How To Swag Part 2* lyrics

by

Soulja Boy


[Chorus]
God damn, Oh my God
God damn, Oh my God
God damn, Oh my God
God damn, Oh my God
God damn, Oh my God
God damn, Oh my God
God damn, Oh my God
God damn, Oh my God
God damn, Oh my God
God damn, Oh my God
God damn, Oh my God
God damn, Oh my God
God damn, Oh my God
God damn, Oh my God
God damn, Oh my God

[Verse 1]
Real n*gga movement, young n*gga year
Lookin so fresh, you'd thought I was a queer
Feeling like homer Simpson drinkin' out a beer
Money in the front with the lean in the rear
Get him out of here, swag of the year
Young Soulja Boy, I went and tattooed all my tears
Damn I had no fears, I feel like a b*tch
Shoutouts to Lil B, I'm sitting on my di*k
Pull up to the trap, hoes like, "damn"
All this f*cking money, b*tch, I think I'm uncle sam
Tatted on my wrist and my clip don't jam
Soulja Boy Tell Em, in the kitchen cooking yams
Trap goin' ham, speakers going hammer
Took your main b*tch, then I bammed her and I bammed her
Yeah, I rammed her than I jammed her
Nutted in her mouth
I f*cked that b*tch in Alabamer

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