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Chanel Swagg Songtext
von HoodRich Pablo Juan

Chanel Swagg Songtext

Yeah-yeah-yeah
I just left the lot, I bought a new Jag
Come check out my bitch, she got Chanel swag
I look in my bag, I got some blue cash, yeah

I just left the lot, I got a new Jag (got a new Jag)
Go check out my bitch, she got Chanel swag (she got Chanel swag)
I look in my bag, I got some blue cash (got some blue cash)
Karats in my wrist and she like, "I just wanna see ′em (see 'em)
I just wanna touch on you, your Backwoods look like three grams"
Rose gold rosai (rosai), flexing with that Hitech, bitch (Hitech)
Trap out that spot (that′s DrugRixh), plug fare (that's Hoodrich)

Flexing too hard, fucked up my torso, fucked in her mouth, she got that sore throat
Balmain boots, jeans, and a fur coat, thugging immigrant, you know me with pure croat
Shiging, they come with a barcode, I won't slip over the wire like Marlow (huh)
I put your bitch in my bio, we pouring up lean like it′s Cinco de Mayo (pour it up)
Foreign red bitch, just like the Hitech, I can′t fuck unless the pussy wet (I can't do that)
I got some snakes on my shoes, I got a hundred in jewels
I got her wet like a cruise, I got a 20, all blues
Born to win, we′ll never lose, pouring up lean, I got the juice (yeah)


I just left the lot, I got a new Jag (got a new Jag)
Go check out my bitch, she got Chanel swag (she got Chanel swag)
I look in my bag, I got some blue cash (got some blue cash)
Karats in my wrist and she like, "I just wanna see 'em
I just wanna touch on you, your Backwoods look like three grams"
Rose gold rosai, flexing with that Hitech, bitch
Trap out that spot (that′s DrugRixh), plug fare (that's Hoodrich)

Dress and I drip in Chanel, giving these broke niggas hell
I want a rack, fuck a jail, sipping on drink, I′m moving like a snail
Bitch, I was 18 years old with a bale, niggas get caught by the law, they gon' tell
Came out that jungle, I run with them shottas, for real
All of my niggas, they worried 'bout a M
Been lifting weight, but don′t be in no gym
Riding in the backseat, but I′m in a recliner
I changed her up, put my bitch in Designer

Bitch, I'm not stressing, I′m chasing this check
She wanna fuck, but I only want neck
Can't only fuck me, gotta run through the set
Late for the show, so we hopped on a jet
I just been running it up
I was so down on my luck
Now, bitch, I′m up


I just left the lot, I got a new Jag (got a new Jag)
Go check out my bitch, she got Chanel swag (she got Chanel swag)
I look in my bag, I got some blue cash (got some blue cash)
Karats in my wrist and she like, "I just wanna see 'em
I just wanna touch on you, your Backwoods look like three grams"
Rose gold rosai, flexing with that Hitech, bitch
Trap out that spot (that′s DrugRixh), plug fare (that's Hoodrich)

I just left the lot, I got a new Jag (that's DrugRixh)
Go check out my bitch, she got Chanel swag (that′s Hoodrich)
I look in my bag, I got some blue cash (got some blue cash)

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