Lyrics:
sad bitch (sad bitch)
Tryna tell me where my bag is (bag is)
While being locked in his attic (attic)
He's addicted to TV and his dictator (bah)
He
cash)
I need big dollars (in a bag)
I need big checks (big racks)
100 thousand dollars (big stacks)
Take that money make your money
It's your money
Break
Hop in the coupe
I be right at your crib
Been round the way
You the best in the biz
Loving on you
Fejoint kinda shit
Chasin that bag
Girl we never in
the ghetto?
We make pride in the ghetto by selling that cracks
Niggas make pride by busting the gang
Might stick a niggas up making a gap
So dirty bag
That new CL fly
Outside of Popeyes eating chicken and fries
Yeah, come holla at your uncle
I understand, I'm back by popular demand
You are now
the cleaning products to sledge hammer heads
With more similes and metaphors than ever grain of sand that populates oceans floors
If it's war I'll slice your
Yo it's the Major League right now ya know
Aye mean shark Major general
GH listen
Cause you could be 10 awards up
Or have a bag of war-dubs
But when
With no back bone, send em back home to moan
I'ma open your head up by crackin your dome
It means your dead as fuck, when your casket gone
You want
With no back bone, send em back home to moan
I'ma open your head up by crackin your dome
It means your dead as fuck, when your casket gone
You want
by the k
Bag of the kush got the pounds in a crate
Serving and shipping a nigga like freight
Bitch I'm the plug and I got the best rate
Stash in
on pills (chill)
I lost Shanayna to that shit, it still don't feel real
Standin' over her, shakin' my head, wipin' Damiyah tears (uh)
She takin' it
lost in thought and you can't finish/
Superstars are defined by their last minutes/
So how clutch are you?/
I was more Willy in Philly than any one
the holy bag, reach your hand into the right pocket of my shorts. Oh no! Where'd the pocket lining go? The magic stick you're now touching there, must have
is the belly of the beast
The ocean is wild and over your head
And the boat beneath you is sinking
Don't need room for your bags
Hope is all that
on my log and it's never even saying it's you
Trust is just a simple word followed by a complicated verb
Fuck affection ion care bout what you heard
in some lines
Lifted up Yota sittin high in the sky
And ya know I got a dixie dime up by my side
Hell yeah I know she's down to ride back to the back
When you try to ignore it
All of the boys and girls
Are just so jealous
I may be getting jealous myself
But take my advice
Don't let the fame go to your
a tea bag
Drive by's stand overs we've done that
I'll tie a nigga up like a trash bag
Run in your house pistol in your mouth
Niggas were the stash
unfaithful
You say it's all in my head
While passing out on the bed
But I don't believe you cuz I can see right through your lies
So pack your bags and put
As comforting as cars can be when they're your only soft goodnight
And I understand the ways the mean guitars are played
By the hardcore kids all right
Cause
mean...)
How you niggas hardcore always running from the ops? (I mean...)
You niggas is Debo, only tough on your block (Ha!)
I don't trust no black leader in
nigga like ballerinas in [?]
Got a AK with a shell-catcher
And I'll pistol whip ya 'til your head swell up
No Xanax, just Coke and Henny
I had to kick
Countin' up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin'
Countin' up hundreds by the thousand
I was up late night ballin'
Countin' up hundreds by
nights you put your head down on my chest
Every night I lay awake cause I've been gazing at the stars
Me and my brothers light a spliff and then we take
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