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fat money - bag from hell كلمات أغنية

[intro]
he hasn’t slept in probably, ah, seven days

[verse 1]
yeah, i’m tryna run up a bag from h_ll
she say she stay over east, had to tell her, “be ready, b_tch, i’m ’bout to pass chapelle”
her biological father be hatin’ on me ’cause i’m tryna be her dad as well
he went to amazon just to buy trackers to put on her car, that sh_t sad as h_ll
twenty_five for a plain_jane yves saint laurent
condo, streeterville, rent 5k a month
five new cars in my granny driveway a month
whip it out, whip it up, let it dry, shape it up
hang it up, raise a cup, wеigh it up, pay it up
i ain’t get a deal ’cause my ways wasn’t gay еnough
fastbreak, two points, only time i’m layin’ up
make it make sense, all these rappers just sayin’ stuff
not tryna argue, lil’ b_tch, i’m obeyin’ stuff
n_ggas don’t listen to you when you layin’ stuff
why n_ggas always wan’ talk when i’m playin’ stuff?
you ain’t even like that for real, you just playin’ tough
you probably sit when you p_ss, n_gga, stand up
run in your sh_t with them pistols on camera
the foenem might creep through your chimney with santa

[interlude]
he hasn’t slept in probably, ah, seven days (ayy)
[verse 2]
yeah, i’m tryna run up a bag from h_ll
speedin’ in the demon and this a coincidence, i might need jesus to grab the wheel
she never ever done uppers and she tryna kick off a night with a half a pill
baddie from cleveland, she f_ckin’ odell
he turned down chicago, so f_ck him, oh, well
big bankroll can’t fit inside rubber band
nino brown, drop_top jeep with the dirt i’m in
i done hit uptown freaks i won’t sl_t again
creeped in a frat b_tch dorm, she was studyin’
six_hundred_dollar two_liter, pourin’ muddy in
f_cked and left, shot a text, “thank you, come again”
call me run_dmc, i’ma rev run her friend
he dropped a cinco, he ’bout to go dumb again
i was on the come_up when your sh_t was plummetin’
rap every sentence, ain’t no time for fumblin’
my diamonds flawless in case you was wonderin’
lost in the sauce like you alice in wonderland
f_ck with me, i show my ass like the plumber man
they hear me clearly, i’m not with the mumblin’
i drop, they like, “what the f_ck he done done again?”
yeah, i’m tryna run up a bag from h_ll

- fat money

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