Lyrics:
On the first day of Christmas
My nucka gave to me:
A big old bag of some tree
On the second day of Christmas
My nucka gave to me: Two stolen cars
I've got a big old bag of weed,
Yes a big old bag of weed
It's all good bud in here, there ain't no stems or seeds
I've got a big old bag of weed
Yes
he's lost his mind, but he's just running out of time
[Chorus]
He said, this old bag of bones ain't really me
There's a lot more standing here than
she took my self worth away
With her two hands and left me stranded
In an asphalt measured confidence
I'm just a 27 year old bag of nerves I'm nervous
This so mad
She so bad
Same old bitch
In the same old bag
Pass that stash
Hit it fast
Fallem'off
Want smoke
Want gas
This so mad
She so bad
Same old
Back to the cash
Got a brand new stash
With a few old bags
But i still need more
Yes i lead the league
Just tell me what you need
I'll assemble
Big old, big old, big old, big old bag (Bag)
Big old, big old, big old, big old bag
(Big bag, Big bag)
Big old, big old, big old, big old bag
I just
dreams
Just go
Cuz I don't see them
I don't get no sleep
Oh no
Devil don't cry and we know that
Throwback, oh crap, load it in old bags
A chevy box truck,
That one left, came back have you seen her?
New-old bag, Birkin with patina
Full-grain leather compliments her features
Real pretty eyes, goddess
My ex is a big jerk i never wanna see him back
Unless he’s dead under my house in a big old bag
And if he wants to come back then he can kiss my ass
Back in my old bag
Doubled my last stash
Fuck on my last last
Guess who gets the last laugh
Uh
I know what to do with the lumber
She say I'm distinct
of it as showing us the way
Bag of bones
Beautiful old bag of bones
So much more besides
Silent when you're so or silent
Nothing more to say
acid
Shrooming down the backseat
Neighborhood damage
Calling up a bitch that ain't got no fashion
Same old bag
But them hips ain't active
She been
New cash
Flip it and throw out that old bag
Niggas don't know I'm a paperchaser
Niggas don't know I'm a dreamchaser (Ye)
Toe tag
Bodies droppin' left
comes Uncle Sam again with the same old bag of beads
Local chief's on the radio
He's got some hungry mouths to feed
Goin' back to Alcatraz
In
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
Don't let your joy and laughter hear the snag
Smile boys, that's the style
comes Uncle Sam again with the same old bag of beads
Local chief's on the radio
He's got some hungry mouths to feed
Goin' back to Alcatraz
In
wanna run)
I'm not sorry that you're done with me (No, I'm not sorry)
Oh my god
Like how you do dat (Skrrrr)
It's qwop
But I can go back in my old bag
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag
And smile, smile, smile.
Don't let your joy and laughter hear the snag
Smile boys, that's the style
Riches to rags no need for a bag I had me a new craft permitted-ly swagged no need for a jet lag riches to rags forget the old bag mm it’s a news
like whoa, big old bag like whoa
Get that cash like whoa, snakes in the grass, gotta mow
Everything I say gon' go, platinum Rollie, no gold
Fuck my
soft
The cop said oh it'll be okay
Wrinkled old bag looking like a sharpe
I said wait what's going on cap
Her cars fine my cars all wrecked
Then I saw
screens, I'm making them plays
Feeling like Rudy from outta the paint
Tryna make sure that my niggas get paid
Big old bag fell in love with the bank
In love
crying and the cop got soft
The cop said oh it'll be okay
Wrinkled old bag looking like a sharpe
I said wait what's going on cap
Her cars fine my cars
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