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conversations.value: Write me a song called Turn My Swag On (Remix) with the following description: These lyrics were bitten and translated from a foreign  freestyle Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Soulja Boy & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  Soulja Boy
  Weezy
  [Chorus: Soulja Boy]
  Hopped up out the bed, turn my swag on
  Took a look in the mirror, said, "What's up?"
  Yeah, I'm gettin' money, oh
  Hopped up out the bed, turn my swag on
  Took a look in the mirror, said, "What's up?"
  Yeah, I'm gettin' money, oh
  [Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
  Count so much money every day is gettin' my arms swole
  My swag is outer space, 
  similar to a wormhole
  Dunkin' on the game like Stephon Marbury
  I got red Aston Martin, I call it my strawberry
  All work, no play, this is my playground
  Rappers on tour but, they ridin' a Grayhound!
  But they don't stay round now, my Lambo got surround sound
  I'm hotter than plasma, lava, magma!
  Knick-knack, paddywhack, give the dog a bone
  I'm like get back, gimme dat, give the king his throne
  You like knick-knack, paddywhack, give the dog a bone
  I'm like get back, gimme dat, give the king his throne
  Honey, I am home
  Walk into the dealership, add another whip to my collection
  Of pink slips
  I am it!
  And don't forget, this, this is the remix! [Chorus: Soulja Boy]
  Hopped up out the bed, turn my swag on
  Took a look in the mirror, said, "What's up?"
  Yeah, I'm gettin' money, oh
  Hopped up out the bed, turn my swag on
  Took a look in the mirror, said, "What's up?"
  Yeah, I'm gettin' money, oh
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Swagger on a zillion
  I'm Louie V down, like a Louie V chameleon
  House so big, like I live in a buildin'
  No chandeliers, I got guns hangin' from the ceilin'
  Brand new car, I divorced the top
  See, homie, you a square, I'm a Porsche Box
  Long hair, don't care,
   holla back, bitch
  I'm in the bathroom, takin' me a rich nigga shit
  Yeah, gangsta to the gristle, swagger on official
  I'm the shit and you, you just a maggot on a tissue
  Better tell 'em I'm hotter than a Arizona missile
  White Benz, chrome wheels like a napkin on a nickel
  Young Moolah, baby, Weezy baby, don't forget the Weezy baby
  Black card boy, make ya throw away that Visa baby
  You ain't on the planet I'm on, and I never leave my swagger at home
  [Chorus: Soulja Boy]
  Hopped up out the bed, turn my swag on
  Took a look in the mirror, said, "What's up?"
  Yeah, I'm gettin' money, oh
  Hopped up out the bed, turn my swag on
  Took a look in the mirror, said, "What's up?"
  Yeah, I'm gettin' money, oh