Kj-52

Kj-52 - Swagged Out With Tags Out lyrics

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(feat. Da’ T.R.U.T.H.)




I was like dag if I hear somebody brag 

One more time in they rhyme all about they tight swag 

I'm a write back and tell them what they might lack 

I ain't mad I just had to find where they minds at 

So if it's time to shine and the lights flash 

Holding out my fingers to the sky in a tight grasp

Then run like Jerry Rice on a nice pass 

Put a spotlight right on Jesus when the mic's passed 

I got a white tag plus a bright bag 

That matches w/ my sneakers and the jeans got a slight sag 

That ain't the meanings where my lifes at 

Its only found when I be proceeding down the right path 

So if I speak I know they might laugh 

But they never seeing what I'm seeing so I ride past 

If I stop my breathing he decides that 

Until that day just happens I keep leaning now in spite of that 



(swagged out w/ my tags out with my tags out)

Oh you think you getting?

Oh you swagged out you think you bad now 

You getting swagged out just with you're tags out

You think you swagged you on that cash route 

You better change now you gonna get mashed out 



Hopped up out the bed turned ya swag on 

Took a look at ya mirro on ya dad's wall 

Said whats up feel good about what you have on

Skinny jeans listening to you're favorite rap songs 

All black on fitted cap on 

Culture really is who you are don't think that's wrong 

Uh uh that's how ye we're shaped 

But when swagger so thick we can't see you're faith then 

That's when God has got a problem 

Bragging about yourself in the contents of ya album 

Swagger is really arrogance hiding behind rhyming 

Coolness eclipses the glory of God the father 

That's inherently wrong 

When the glory of our God gets buried in you're songs 

So the next time you be on stage 

Faith up swagger down so we can seek his face 



These dudes content man is so sinful

I made it so simple put it on a slow tempo 

They think they pimps but they more like pimples 

They making little sense like a pennies and 4 nickels

You grow little you live in compromise 

So when you live yo lives you living lies 

The only way they big macking was the very time 

You combined you're fries with a number one supersized

I'm shooting for the skies so if I land on mars 

I let him guide me like the grips on some handlebars 

His hands were scarred so here's a battle call 

To stand out like hot pink on some camouflage 

I'm standing strong in fact I'm standing on

The very rock whether off or the camera's on

Yall can try and knock and go and slam the song 

But did you ever stop to think man before you sing along
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