Swag Daddy

Isaiah Hightower

Compositor: Isaiah Hightower

Bitch (bitch), won't you take a sit?
Pull up to my section, come and take a sip
Rich (rich), let me talk my shit (uh)
Have my jeweler flood my wrist
I've been makin' plays all day (day)
Whatever you want and say (say)
Anything you want, baby girl, you pick the one
Swag daddy, everything's okay (uh)

Walking in the club, I pop all these bottles
All these bitches show me love, I-
Girl you know you poppin', what's up?
Know you fuckin' with a swag daddy
Girl, you fuckin' with a swag daddy

Diamond drippin' water, sweat (sweat)
Runnin' through these hoes next (next)
Accountant countin' all my checks
Pockets on swole, ice down my neck (uh)

Saucin' on these hoes like I'm jimin (jimin)
Chirpin' through these hoes, I be swimmin' (swimmin')
Brushin' on her clothes then I'm strokin' on her slow
Like Lucas, I'm takin' all your women (women)
There's no need to hide
Grab a- grab a friend, you can meet me outside
Girl, this feeling, sex appealing
I see it in your eyes

My swag is drippin' on you (you)
My swag is drippin' on you (you)

Walking in the club, I pop all these bottles
All these bitches show me love, I-
Girl you know you poppin', what's up?
Know you fuckin' with a swag daddy
Girl, you fuckin' with a swag daddy

Walking in the club, I pop all these bottles
All these bitches show me love, I-
Girl you know you poppin', what's up?
Know you fuckin' with a swag daddy
Girl, you fuckin' with a swag daddy

Walking in the club, I-
All these bitches show me love, I-
Walking in the club, I-
All these bitches show me love, I-

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