BAG IT UP (feat. sxptcal)
Da Homie
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(DaHomie!) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Nigga better turn me up) (Nigga better turn me up) (Nigga better turn me, yeah) (Oh) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Dun dun dun dun, aye that bitch hard (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) (Let's get it) Rocking this- Rocking this- Rocking this Double-RS like an all-star Choppa blow like a trumpet no armstrong And we be jumping his ass like a false start Swear to god you niggas is not hard Need me a bitch that can f*ck like a pornstar Red dot, it glow like the North Star Whip the Honda I don't need me a sports car Bad bitch keep it tight like a sports bra, damn Lotta niggas caught a stray because y'all is pussy (Meow) Shit what can I say? Make a thousand everyday I shoot at his feet Make him dance like it's ballet Turn this bitch into a sauna put that on my momma 'cause I'm feeling hot today Nigga you really a bitch Like empty Febreze you niggas is not gon' spray Hm, Damn, Shit, what can I say? Don't give a f*ck 'cause I'm bout to get paid Making five-hundred K every twelve hours Multiply by two that's a milli a day (Let's go!) Nigga who are you? Please get out my face Like a landlord I put him in his place Shooting like a movie ain't no Michael Bay But I'm 'bout that action Niggas always capping 'till we get to blasting Hit up all my niggas sliding Michael Jackson Always keep a Clank when this shit get Ratchet Ratchet lil' bitch beating up her backend Like a make a wish my niggas make it happen She gon' make my dick disappear like magic Like Comethazine we got a Murder Passion At the end of the show she gon' get to clapping, oh my Like a track meet finna aim for the sky Floating on the beat like I'm Marty McFly One wrong move and that nigga gon' die Turn em' to a bitch we make em' switch sides Looking at my dawg he got tears in his eyes Walked in the court with no alibi Blasian fine as hell where you been all my life? Baby hop in the demon let's go for a ride My pockets fat like Paul Blart Got a extended clip take it apart You is a lame nigga smoking carts You is a lame nigga with no bars Cause I got a beam don't hide in the dark (Ha) Sipping on lean with some Pop-Tarts Pockets so fat I am Paul Blart Real nigga where yo check? (Ha) Pop me a bean now I'm static Tripping on lean got me feeling like an addict (Ha) She want dick she can have it Hating ass bitch 'till it's half past seven Real turnt nigga turn ten to eleven Real young nigga since ten I been stepping Pull up on a nigga real Smith and a Wesson Bad lil' bitch and she like how I'm dressing She call me daddy (No, no) Not yo D-A-D (D-A-D!) I keep racks (racks!) Like a real young nigga (Let's Go!, Go!, Go!, Go!, Go!) This is titty on my knee I laced it up, on my Nike shoes and ran up a check Keep that shit tucked Like if a pussy nigga tryna run up (Hm, Damn, Shit, what can I say? (Don't give a f*ck 'cause I'm bout to get paid) (Making five-hundred K every twelve hours) (Multiply by two that's a milli a day) (Nigga who are you? Please get out my face) (Like a landlord I put him in his place) (Shooting like a movie ain't no Michael Bay) (But I'm 'bout that action)
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