Lyrics Lil Xan – Jewelry
Text:
Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at my house, look at my spouse
Look at my bitch, look at my whip
Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag
Lil Xanny in this bitch, yeah ay
Throwing bands up in this bitch, yeah
I got money, I just don’t fuckin’ floss
I like Pears too, call me Rick Ross
I’m a skinny dude with a big cock
I’m a skinny dude with a big cock
Goofy boy, you just a dub
Your new nickname is Buttercup
Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at my house, look at my spouse
Look at my bitch, look at my whip
Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag
I got the bands, I got them stacks
I got them racks (Run it up)
She feeling mad
She had my swag, she looking sad
She had my bag
She had my sack, she had my back
Why you look sad?
I rap me some bands
I rap me some bands, I rap me some bands
Look, I’m the boss
I pay what the cost, I bought me a ball
I’m sipping it off
My hustle LeBron, I really took off
I leave with her bounce
I leave with her bounce then smoke me a ounce
Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at my house, look at my spouse
Look at my bitch, look at my whip
Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag
I’m weird flexin’ with a clear necklace
Ice in my ear, all I hear is wetness
Bird Box Range, so I steer reckless
Like H-Town mayne, I’m pure Texas
She already know what she fucking with
She suck on my face with her Pussy Lips
Push a whip better than his and she super thicc
All of that ass and don’t know what to do with it
Ay
Pussy boy try again
Keepin’ new dudes in her diet, she invite em in (vitamin)
She can pull strings, no violin
Said she got the potion, put the vile in, ya
Ironic but Xan brought the Molly
Stadium said it’s a party
We drippin’ in jewelry
So I brought out Johnny
And we broke the block
Like it’s fuckin Karate
Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at my house, look at my spouse
Look at my bitch, look at my whip
Look at my swag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag, look at that bag
Look at that bag, look at that bag
(Ain’t that jewelry? Ain’t that jewelry?
Ain’t that jewelry? Ain’t that jewelry?)