[Intro: T.I.]
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You gotta get your swagger together nigga (ay)
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Get your suit fitted (ay)
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Starts on the inside, ya dig?
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I don´t need mine, I got cribs where we goin (okay)
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If you don´t love yourself you can´t love nobody
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Keep up nigga (okay) I love myself
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You gon´ need to travel ladies, you go and got that mack diesel right
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[T.I.]
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I´m the man from Atlanta, to way out in Cali
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Catch me in New York, I´m on the way to Miami
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I be in Hawaii, then catch me in Paris
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I be at home barely, I´ll sleep when I´m buried
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What I need some sleep for? This dope got me geeked up
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I went to Japan and made a mil´ in a week bruh
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These niggaz can´t keep up cause they see me in London
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Or out in Ibiza, that time I ain´t sleep for
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Bout three days maybe, you see me in Haiti
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With Wyclef Jean and a selection of ladies
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But my folk got that work in like they back in the 80´s
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See the money´s what move me, conversation don´t phase me
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[Chorus: Wyclef Jean (T.I.)]
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(Tell ´em why cause I) Been around the worrrrrld
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Traveled the seven seas (and I be)
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Poppin bottles with celebrities (so you can find me)
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Flyin high, smokin better trees (ay, oh-ay-ay)
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Girls around the worrrrrld (yo, yo)
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They keep callin me (they call me)
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Paparazzi they be follow me (they all be)
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Hopin that they get a shot of me
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It´s my swaaaaag (they wonder what´s so special ´bout him)
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(Why they ain´t sellin records like him, tell ´em)
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It´s my swaaaaag (how he always look so cool)
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(That why e´rybody do what he do, tell ´em)
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Gotta be my swaaaaag (they wonder why he wear his hat like that)
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(When girls see him why they act like that, ay, I don´t know)
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It´s my swaaaaag (for some reason all the real niggaz love him)
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(Even though they girlfriend wanna fuck him, I guess)
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Gotta be my swaaaaag
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[T.I.]
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Gettin money in Frisco, wearin my raincoat
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See I´m gettin wet, and this bitch in the same boat
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I came in the game slow, they act like they ain´t know
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that I wasn´t gon´ leave until I got what I came fo´
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I still can´t complain though, as long as I ain´t broke
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I came a long way but shawty ain´t nuttin changed though
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I still let the tool go, don´t get it confused bro
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Run up on me wrong, now what you think I´ma do bro?
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Send you to your maker, then go to Jamaica
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Or either to Cabo, I chill at my condo
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My swagger is perfect, hatin on me ain´t worth it
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Guarantee you boy, the Earth my turf, if it hurts
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[Chorus]
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[T.I.]
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Regardless what haters say I´m as real as they come
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I´m chasin that paper baby however it come
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I´m singin a song and movin yay by the ton
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I bet you never seen a nigga gettin money so young
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How I get from the pen´, all the way to Berlin
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I´ve been to Switzerland skiing and pimp I´m goin again
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It ain´t nuttin to catch me in the south of France
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In a coffee shop smokin dro in Amsterdam
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And ain´t nuttin to fly, all the way to Dubai
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St. Barts, St. Lucia, any day we can try
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G-5 to Moscow and they say I´ma lie
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I´ma ball like a dog ´til the day that I die
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[Chorus w/ ad libs]
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[Outro: T.I.]
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This is impeccable pimpin
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You couldn´t duplicate this shit if I told you how to man
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Hahhh, y´all niggaz keep up
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By the time you get to Puerto Rico my nigga I´ll be in Cuba
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By the time you get to Cuba I´ll be in Haiti
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By the time you get to Haiti I´ll be way over in Africa man
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Y´knowmsayin? South of France in my land man
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The Earth´s my turf my nigga [fades out]
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My Swag (Feat. Wyclef Jean)
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T.I. |