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bag szn – blitz كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: bag szn]
boy better not play with my sack, i’ll send the blitz on him
5.56s in the clip, blue tips on ’em
i just pulled my d_ck out, made your b_tch put her lips on it
i think i fell in love with the percs, they got a grip on me
i’ll really pull up in an ‘eater with some slips on me
my other b_tch blowin’ up my phone, now my b_tch trippin’
the zaz’ got me talkin’ with a slur, i’m f_ckin’ up my sentences
every n_gga with me gon’ shoot, we the new pistons

[verse 2: grindhard e]
if you see me dolo in a car, ain’t got one heat, i got a few with me
i’m still taxin’ for the drank, i want two_fifty
movin’ militant when i go and slide, my n_ggas move with mе
hundred shots on the k, don’t need ’em all, might only shoot fifty
ridin’ with thе glock on my lap, f_ck the trunk
if it’s beef, catch a n_gga out and throw him in the trunk
n_gga tried to dive in the water that he— ah
n_gga tried to dive in the water that we in and he sunk

[verse 3: bag szn]
nah, i ain’t comin’ here with kidd, but the ‘fit crispy
i paid three hundred for my zip, you paid a buck_fifty
if he ain’t got no cheese or no glock, he probably not with me
on probation for the glock, but you stupid, you think it ain’t with me
this broke n_gga think he f_ckin’ with me, must be off whitney
this n_gga e drink eights every day, how he got kidneys?
i got b_tches thinkin’ it’s my birthday, i got that cake with me
my n_gga said it’s money on the floor, i brought a rake with me
[verse 4: grindhard e]
you would know if i f_ck with you or not, i can’t be fake friendly
gotta use my hands, the money counted jammed, it took me eight minutes
i just found a new pop ain’t never seen, i put drank in it
all my dirty money turned legit, i scammed the bank with it
i’m tryna f_ck you with my b_tch, i don’t kiss and tell, baby, your secrets safe with me
i leveled up, you won’t see me with a b_tch that ain’t pretty
my outfit cost a lot, just the shoes i got on eight_fifty
if you ain’t talkin’ ’bout no pape’, end of discussion, i won’t take you serious

[verse 5: bag szn]
talk a b_tch out the head ’cause she on her period
slapped my b_tch in her mouth just for sayin’, “period”
i done popped out with bands in this— huh
i done popped out with bands in this b_tch, got these n_ggas curious
seventeen hundred for these cartis, b_tch, ask the jeweler
b_tch, i’m finna drop some new ice, diamonds singin’ like pooter
i’m in love with the glocks, my b_tch got a ruger
it’s only top shelf when i smoke, you blowin’ on some hookah

- bag szn

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