"Boom like Bob Marley, my swag is so gnarly." | |
"Me and the Doug round for a fuckin' rat back on the swag, then." First words out of his mouth. | |
'Cause, you know, the Dre I fell in love with had so much swag that he would have trusted himself instead of turning his party over to some kid. | |
'The carriage was jokingly called 'the big swag'... and had been transformed into a mobile vault. | |
- Am I right, huh? - Hee hee hee hee! Hey, we've got two sacks of Kardashian swag and the fuzz on our heels. | |
"Boom like Bob Marley, my swag is so gnarly." | |
"Me and the Doug round for a fuckin' rat back on the swag, then." First words out of his mouth. | |
'Cause, you know, the Dre I fell in love with had so much swag that he would have trusted himself instead of turning his party over to some kid. | |
'The carriage was jokingly called 'the big swag'... and had been transformed into a mobile vault. | |
- Am I right, huh? - Hee hee hee hee! Hey, we've got two sacks of Kardashian swag and the fuzz on our heels. | |
"There are swags hidding here, find them out!" | |
-Now, look lively, you swags. -All right! Let's go. | |
I could order you some nice, heavy curtains, with swags and a pelmet maybe. | |
People think you can skip liners with swags, but you really can't. | |
We lost just about everything, except for a few swags and tins of beef. | |
"There are swags hidding here, find them out!" | |
-Now, look lively, you swags. -All right! Let's go. | |
I could order you some nice, heavy curtains, with swags and a pelmet maybe. | |
People think you can skip liners with swags, but you really can't. | |
We lost just about everything, except for a few swags and tins of beef. | |
Y'all look like two swagged-up lion tamers. | |
And there's no swagging on the banister and no pinecone wreath. | |
Bubbles are magical. ♪ I'm lagging, swagging, high on the wagon that she dragging ♪ Blow her brain out the back with the goods I'm packing | |
Y'all look like two swagged-up lion tamers. | |
And there's no swagging on the banister and no pinecone wreath. | |
Bubbles are magical. ♪ I'm lagging, swagging, high on the wagon that she dragging ♪ Blow her brain out the back with the goods I'm packing | |