Bag
JayMula
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I had to get in my bag I had to get in my bag I Know it's some niggas I left in the past but I had to win I had to separate from the fake I can't give in When I was down and dirty I still gave you what I had These niggas ain't applying that pressure They wolf on the gram that shit be sad I got in my bag We making these niggas mad We doing the dash 220 I pray I don't crash I tilt my hat for all my niggas that's getting to it I'll be lying if I didn't say I love this money I really do yea What you know about hurt, what you know about pain, What you know about seeing you brother Same day he in the grave I been working o t tryna get my family straight If he out of line we gon put that nigga in his place These niggas not working I had to get in my burking I told Nick stay with it trust me it's gonna be worth it Ain't selling my soul for no penny Made it out the hood why do they envy Everybody eat I'm never stingy She talking about love ion got that in me Aw yeah aw yeah Stay down with my niggas we going real far Pop me a perc now I'm seeing the stars Got foreign bitches and got cars Now you wanna f*ck with a nigga But naw you can't f*ck with a nigga Run up they pulling that trigger I Know it's some niggas I left in the past but I had to win I had to separate from the fake I can't give in When I was down and dirty I still gave you what I had These niggas ain't applying that pressure They wolf on the gram, that shit be sad I got in my bag We making these niggas mad We doing the dash 220 I pray I don't crash I tilt my hat, for all my niggas that's getting to it I'll be lying if I didn't say I love this money I really do yea Niggas be mad they know I get to it I gave you the bag man how did you blew it You was my dog I just know you ain't do it The truth really hurts Got my heart going through it it Is what It Is gotta focus on music Cause they don't wanna see my shine They don't wanna see me win Took a lot to not give in I'm a go get it by any means Who gone stop me Walk in Saks fifth, whatever I want You know I'm a cop it This glock I pop it Little nigga you not it The way that I ball on you niggas You'll think I'll play for the rockets Aw yeah aw yeah Stay down with my niggas we going real far Pop me a perc now I'm seeing the stars Got foreign bitches and got foreign cars Now you wanna f*ck with a nigga But naw you can't f*ck with a nigga Run up they pulling that trigger I Know it's some niggas I left in the past but I had to win I had to separate from the fake I can't give in When I was down and dirty I still gave you what I had These niggas ain't applying that pressure They wolf on the gram, that shit be sad I got in my bag We making these niggas mad We doing the dash 220 I pray I don't crash I tilt my hat, for all my niggas that's getting to it I'll be lying if I didn't say I love this money I really do yea
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