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Phew, phew Yeah, ha Yeah, ha Yeah, ha Yeah, ha Ha, phew Ha, chyeah I'm mad, berserk I swag, I surf Too bad, for certain Two bands for my shirt New baddie, she perfect New bag and she want it I'm mad, berserk I swag, I surf (Phew) (Ha, ha, yeah, ha) Went to sleep fresh in a coffin, woke up and I went shoppin' Put all my clothes alphabetical order, I got so many options (Chyeah) On Monday, I'm rockin' Armani briefs, on Sunday, Alexander the office I had to sit down with the team at McQueen and they tellin' me I'm rockin' it properly (True storiеs) I step on them, they can't rеst (True stories) They tellin' me take this check (True stories) 28 carats in the back of my mouth 'cause I really been tryna say less (Less) 28 carats on four rings and I got an Audi on my chest (Yeah) Letras de cancionesI'm too swagged out, tell your boyfriend he ain't your boyfriend, he's your ex I'm swaggin', I'm surfin', I'm goin' berserk like post-traumatic stress (Ha, chyeah, ha, chyeah) I'm mad, berserk I swag, I surf (Phew) Too bad, for certain Two bands for my shirt New baddie, she perfect New bag and she want it Ha, huh? Ha, chyeah, ha Too swagged might not even do the next— (Huh, oh my) Too swagged might not even do the next verse From Letras Mania