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Bagstyle (feat. Chizz Capo)
by Bookbag Boonie
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Moved on to the next the next
These niggas worried about my old hoes
Baby stupid thick she up and down just like a yoyo
See what's in my pocket got them jumping like a pogo
And we got a safe special spot to keep that 44
All my niggas solid aint no weirdos in my circle
Dick got super powers all my bitches stay on lurk mode
Since I finished college I been thinking about them C notes
Seems I get distracted by them fat asses and deep throats
They don't call me lover man I cant wife no freak hoe
Yeah she wanna fuck again message left on seen though
Spending down the block with a bunch of shit illegal
Three of my bitches in the tub hoping they don't cause a scene
Woah
Yellow black charger looking like a bumble bee
Pulling off the bonnet got her fucking up her weave
Charging for the dick oh no I can not fuck for free
Nigga what you thought you know its royal on the beat
Zoe so balacom that ah hit you with a chopper
Since I started calling all my haters they been piling up
Real niggas around so all the bitches ride with us
No some big Bs running nose looking snotted up
Looking at you different when I pull up with this redbone
Got me eating pussy mixing liquor with that redbull
Kill me with her mouth yeah she a walking headstone
Swinging threw the hood and niggas looking at me dead wrong
Think you got some bread and niggas playing with some bread crumbs
Bro go hard for me It won't be hard to put my mans on
We cant talk for free I need like five for a damn song
You cant talk to me without five for a damn song
Drink Responsibly my nigga driving off that red rum
Bitches out in Salem
Warrior no Draymond
Every single day gone
Bitch is so bad you probably catch a train to say something
You aint got no game for her
I don't want a bitch who aint want me before these chains was on
Driving threw the city hope these drivers aint moving wrong
Take these drugs I'm not sure
Spend a bag when outdoors
Bookbag shit I need more
CL shit we aint poor
These niggas be gassed up
These niggas they aint on
This is not a fake story
Moved on to the next the next
These niggas worried about my old hoes
Baby stupid thick she up and down just like a yoyo
See what's in my pocket got them jumping like a pogo
And we got a safe special spot to keep that 44
All my niggas solid aint no weirdos in my circle
Dick got super powers all my bitches stay on lurk mode
Since I finished college I been thinking about them C notes
Seems I get distracted by them fat asses and deep throats
They don't call me lover man I cant wife no freak hoe
Yeah she wanna fuck again message left on seen though
Spending down the block with a bunch of shit illegal
Three of my bitches in the tub hoping they don't cause a scene
Woah
Yellow black charger looking like a bumble bee
Pulling off the bonnet got her fucking up her weave
Charging for the dick oh no I can not fuck for free
Nigga what you thought you know its royal on the beat
Zoe so balacom that ah hit you with a chopper
Since I started calling all my haters they been piling up
Real niggas around so all the bitches ride with us
No some big Bs running nose looking snotted up
Looking at you different when I pull up with this redbone
Got me eating pussy mixing liquor with that redbull
Kill me with her mouth yeah she a walking headstone
Swinging threw the hood and niggas looking at me dead wrong
Think you got some bread and niggas playing with some bread crumbs
Bro go hard for me It won't be hard to put my mans on
We cant talk for free I need like five for a damn song
You cant talk to me without five for a damn song
Drink Responsibly my nigga driving off that red rum
Bitches out in Salem
Warrior no Draymond
Every single day gone
Bitch is so bad you probably catch a train to say something
You aint got no game for her
I don't want a bitch who aint want me before these chains was on
Driving threw the city hope these drivers aint moving wrong
Take these drugs I'm not sure
Spend a bag when outdoors
Bookbag shit I need more
CL shit we aint poor
These niggas be gassed up
These niggas they aint on
This is not a fake story
