Swing My Arms (feat. Fetty Wap)
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Swing My Arms (feat. Fetty Wap)
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Now watch me jugg, jugg
Hit dem folks, hit dem folks
Hit that dab, hit that dab
Stop and roll
Now watch me jugg, jugg
Hit dem folks, hit dem folks
Hit that dab, hit that dab
Stop and roll, now watch me
Swing my arms around, swing my arms around
Swing my arms around, swing my arms around
Swing my arms around, swing my arms around
Swing my arms around, swing my arms around
You is rocking with the zoo and I’m a thug
Now I’m running through this cash, it ain’t no joke
Baby girl just tell me where you want to go
All this motherfuckin’ cash we running through
Anything that you want, you can get it, ayy
And everything that you want, I am with it, ayy
You said you want a car, I got you two baby, ayy
You said you need a bag, you got a few baby, ayy
You can get it cause it’s what you want baby, ayy
I got a thing for your body baby
I run the streets, know it drive you crazy
I get this cash and bring it back to you
Now watch me jugg, jugg
Hit dem folks, hit dem folks
Hit that dab, hit that dab
Stop and roll
Now watch me jugg, jugg
Hit dem folks, hit dem folks
Hit that dab, hit that dab
Stop and roll, now watch me
Swing my arms around, swing my arms around
Swing my arms around, swing my arms around
Swing my arms around, swing my arms around
Swing my arms around, swing my arms around
Dip and I dab, dip and I dab
The way I hit dem folks they think that I’m mad
They think that I’m mad
Hopped out the porsche like it’s a cab
Like it’s a cab
I’m swervin’ on ‘em but I bet I won’t crash
I bet I won’t crash
Straight up, straight up
You know they hate us
With the lines that they make up
Straight up from the bottom
You know it made us
Now we playing with paper
I don’t play no games but I’m still player
It’s rickey for mayor
Ballin’ on em like I’m practicing lay-ups
Cool as himalayas
Now watch me jugg, jugg
Hit dem folks, hit dem folks
Hit that dab, hit that dab
Stop and roll
Now watch me jugg, jugg
Hit dem folks, hit dem folks
Hit that dab, hit that dab
Stop and roll, now watch me
Swing my arms around, swing my arms around
Swing my arms around, swing my arms around
Swing my arms around, swing my arms around
Swing my arms around, swing my arms around
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