[Intro/Chorus:]
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Swag - touchdown, touchdown
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I just wrote a play and made a touchdown, touchdown
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A hundred racks a day that is a touchdown, touchdown
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Both hands up cause it's a touchdown, touchdown
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Shawty get out my way! (Go!) Shawty get out my way!
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Stay up on to that boy, it's twelve points in your face (uhh)
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Shawty get out my way! (Uh-oh!) Shawty get out my way!
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Stay up on to that boy, it's twelve points in your face (uhh)
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Beezy gon' stay up on, make it rich mane
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Ridin in my Hummer, twenty-eight with a switchblade
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Girls on your bumper cause I swags it like Kinte
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And you know I got twelve writ, call me Wednesday
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Call up Antonio, that step stair monster
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I'm gon' let my chain hang like Lil B The Based God
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Twenty-five on my whip got them girls screamin "Hey, uhh
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Ooh, can we get yo' autograph?" I guess
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Yeah I'm ridin in that 'Vette, twenty inches on the track
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And you know what's comin next, Soulja TellEm 'bout to flip
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Girls bout to trip, on my whip, cause you know I flip whip
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With that ice cake, no kiss me on my neck hahhhh!
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[Chorus]
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Girls know my name; two pistols on me
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so I strut like Max Payne - 'bout to make it rain
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Try to snatch my chain then that nine touch yo' brain
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Rearrange yo' frame and I rap like Gucci Mane
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Ridin in that van, please tell me what is next
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Bubble Chevy dawg, back in the day I break 'em all
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Breakin all the laws, only the fools follow the rules
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I was ridin around my school with a backpack plus a tool
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The chopper will hit you fools if that boy disrespects
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Man I'm swagged up with hella tattoos on my neck, yuh!
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Hella swagged up, see the Gucci stashed up
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Make a nigga back up, chopper flash if he act up
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[Chorus]
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Touchdown
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Soulja Boy |