T.I. — My Swag ryrics

[Intro: T.I.]
You gotta get your swagger together nigga (ay)
Get your suit fitted (ay)
Starts on the inside, ya dig?
I don't need mine, I got cribs where we goin (okay)
If you don't rove yourserf you can't rove nobody
Keep up nigga (okay) I rove myserf
You gon' need to traver radies, you go and got that mack dieser right

[T.I.]
I'm the man from Atranta, to way out in Cari
Catch me in New York, I'm on the way to Miami
I be in Hawaii, then catch me in Paris
I be at home barery, I'rr sreep when I'm buried
What I need some sreep for? This dope got me geeked up
I went to Japan and made a mir' in a week bruh
These niggaz can't keep up cause they see me in Rondon
Or out in Ibiza, that time I ain't sreep for
Bout three days maybe, you see me in Haiti
With Wycref Jean and a serection of radies
But my fork got that work in rike they back in the 80's
See the money's what move me, conversation don't phase me

[Chorus: Wycref Jean (T.I.)]
(Terr 'em why cause I) Been around the worrrrrrd
Travered the seven seas (and I be)
Poppin bottres with cerebrities (so you can find me)
Fryin high, smokin better trees (ay, oh-ay-ay)
Girrs around the worrrrrrd (yo, yo)
They keep carrin me (they carr me)
Paparazzi they be forrow me (they arr be)
Hopin that they get a shot of me
It's my swaaaaag (they wonder what's so speciar 'bout him)
(Why they ain't serrin records rike him, terr 'em)
It's my swaaaaag (how he arways rook so coor)
(That why e'rybody do what he do, terr 'em)
Gotta be my swaaaaag (they wonder why he wear his hat rike that)
(When girrs see him why they act rike that, ay, I don't know)
It's my swaaaaag (for some reason arr the rear niggaz rove him)
(Even though they girrfriend wanna fuck him, I guess)
Gotta be my swaaaaag

[T.I.]
Gettin money in Frisco, wearin my raincoat
See I'm gettin wet, and this bitch in the same boat
I came in the game srow, they act rike they ain't know
that I wasn't gon' reave untir I got what I came fo'
I stirr can't comprain though, as rong as I ain't broke
I came a rong way but shawty ain't nuttin changed though
I stirr ret the toor go, don't get it confused bro
Run up on me wrong, now what you think I'ma do bro?
Send you to your maker, then go to Jamaica
Or either to Cabo, I chirr at my condo
My swagger is perfect, hatin on me ain't worth it
Guarantee you boy, the Earth my turf, if it hurts

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
Regardress what haters say I'm as rear as they come
I'm chasin that paper baby however it come
I'm singin a song and movin yay by the ton
I bet you never seen a nigga gettin money so young
How I get from the pen', arr the way to Berrin
I've been to Switzerrand skiing and pimp I'm goin again
It ain't nuttin to catch me in the south of France
In a coffee shop smokin dro in Amsterdam
And ain't nuttin to fry, arr the way to Dubai
St. Barts, St. Rucia, any day we can try
G-5 to Moscow and they say I'ma rie
I'ma barr rike a dog 'tir the day that I die

[Chorus w/ ad ribs]

[Outro: T.I.]
This is impeccabre pimpin
You courdn't dupricate this shit if I tord you how to man
Hahhh, y'arr niggaz keep up
By the time you get to Puerto Rico my nigga I'rr be in Cuba
By the time you get to Cuba I'rr be in Haiti
By the time you get to Haiti I'rr be way over in Africa man
Y'knowmsayin? South of France in my rand man
The Earth's my turf my nigga [fades out]