Listen to Swing Ya Rag (feat. Swizz Beatz) song with lyrics from T.I.

Swing Ya Rag (feat. Swizz Beatz)

T.I.8 Sep 2008

Swing Ya Rag (feat. Swizz Beatz) Lyrics

 

 

Swing Ya Rag (feat. Swizz Beatz) (Amended Album Version) - T.I.

Swizzy, I need y'all to take y'all rags out, man! (T.I.)

And let it swang, swang, swang, swang

Let it swang, swang, swang! (ATL)

Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)

I don't dance (I don't dance), no way

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it around in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it around in the air

Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)

I don't dance (I don't dance), no way

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it around in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it around in the air

Hey, swang

New Akoo outfit with a Gucci rag

Tied to my belt loop and my Louis bag

Full of stacks, rubber bands 'round big cash

Got a sick swag, tell the haters get mad, come on

We in the club, homes, gettin' our thug on

Bottles of Patrón, if you grown, get your buzz on

We brought the broads out and brought the cars out

I'm like the moon, I shine and bring the stars out

When it dark out, get the squad out

We ball hard, sucka ni**a, eat your heart out

I'm too advanced, super swag in my Louis pants

Ballin' on my Louis shoes, shirt match my Louis rag

Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)

I don't dance (I don't dance), no way

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it around in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it around in the air

Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)

I don't dance (I don't dance), no way

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it around in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it around in the air

Hey, swang

I say, "Whoa, Kemosabe!", big ballin' is my hobby

I'm boppin' while I'm walkin,' rag fallin' out my pocket

If big money ain't the topic, homie I ain't even talkin'

Hated on by the workers, but I'm cool with all the bosses

Catch me flossin at the mall (Mall), talkin to a broad (Broad)

She follow me in Gucci and I taught her how to ball

Three pair of shoes, four shirts, six rags

The chick said, "Dag, that's more than my bag!"

Shawty, I can show you how to spend this bread real fast

Then get a group of chicks to give you head real fast

 

Silk scarf hangin' out of my jeans

Naw, homie, I ain't thinkin,' I'm just doin' my thing!

Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)

I don't dance (I don't dance), no way

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it around in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it around in the air

Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)

I don't dance (I don't dance), no way

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it around in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it around in the air

Hey, swang

I took some time off (Okay), and now I'm back, y'all (That's right)

You in the line at the club, I'm in the back, dawg (Ha)

And when this song on, ballers peel stacks off

And make it rain on them broads, watch your stacks fall

Hey, pull your rag out (That's right), and wave it left, right

Let it sag wit' ya pants, get ya swag just right

Ridin' Bankhead, flare flyin' out the Benz

Once a fool with it, we 'gon bring 'em out again

Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)

I don't dance (I don't dance), no way

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it around in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it around in the air

Alright (Alright), okay (Okay)

I don't dance (I don't dance), no way

I just take my Louis rag out and wave it around in the air

Take my Gucci rag out and wave it around in the air

Swang

 

 

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***