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fattmack - drop that bag كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeah
on god n_gga
just popped a roxy now my stomach hurts
yeah, yeah, ayy

[chours]
just popped a roxy and now my stomach hurt
they won’t take me out i keep some fye up in my undershirt
yeah you left me wondering why
i kept on tryin’, ’cause i was not the one
yeah i been servin’ time, you hurt me, i gon’ runnin’, perc
and every time i get too hot, thinkin’ ’bout dyin’ then i wan’ diamonds
n_gga i was broke as f_ck now when i shop i want designer junkie
yeah don’t play me too close, gon’ have me thinkin’ that you up to somethin’
you don’t really love mе, b_tch you love the way i spend this monеy

[verse]
can’t believe you did me wrong, i gave my heart for nothin’
yeah, yeah, yeah
every time you call up, press the red b_tton n_gga
i’m outside, i ain’t drop it down, you leavin’ down
b_tch i buy you anything up out the mall
you drop that hair in front yo’ ass, i got rich
they in the house, these n_ggas scared of him
and they know i drop that bag on him
that n_gga come and slide his thing, gon’ dodge it like his last
she get anything she want, anytime i want she put that ass
if you see that car bend down a corner, dump your mag’ on it
yeah, same b_tch who wan’ f_ck me used to pass on me, yeah
yeah, i fall out on public, i’m gon’ flash on ’em
n_gga i got rich, i ain’t worried ’bout sh_t, i dropped that bag on ’em
moved out my city, they want me k!lled, i did a dash on ’em
hey b_tch, do you really love me or you love on paper
i go bottle him a ninety then i pull my quay’
and they just will pay me minimum wage, that money in the bank
every time i’m sad i walk on stage and then i feel okay
keep them standin’ meds on me, i’m gon’ let him k!ll me
i’ma have some f_ckin’ goners, i’m gon’ make ’em fear me
bro kiss you like corona n_gga, pray that his ass still bleed
all mine’s the day i want it, i play it smooth and keep it real, p
yeah, you the one i want, the one i really need
i just can’t believe you kept the real me
yeah run a million up on that lil’ b_tch, i said my dead on lean
go and find another n_gga that’s really rich and keep it real as me
yeah, yeah
[hook]
just popped a roxy and now my stomach hurt
they won’t take me out i keep some fye up in my undershirt
yeah you left me wondering why
i kept on tryin’, ’cause i was not the one
yeah i been servin’ time, you hurt me, i gon’ runnin’, perc
and every time i get too hot, thinkin’ ’bout dyin’ then i wan’ diamonds
n_gga i was broke as f_ck now when i shop i want designer jacket
yeah don’t play me too close, gon’ have me thinkin’ that you up to somethin’
you don’t really love me, b_tch you love the way i spend this money

- fattmack

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