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onfully - that bag touch كلمات أغنية

[intro]
you know what the f_ck goin’ on through this b_tch, n_gga
free the guys, rip the guys
shee, shee, shee

[verse 1]
never leave that money at the crib, call it home alone (n_gga)
can’t smack the meat out your brain on provolone
i was in the town with the junkies just gettin’ it on
i will never f_ck that b_tch, that b_tch made of silicone
weed is my cologne if i ain’t smokin’ pose
it’s somethin’ you doin’ wrong, you ain’t gettin’ money, joke
shoot at your f_ckin’ throat
brodie did a hit the floor
n_ggas say they beefin’ with the gang, go get a rope
i was in the ten watchin’ snow bunnies sniff the blow (for real)
never work a 9_to_5, or on the block 10_to_4 (nopе)
will i make it out the streets? sh_t, only the lord knows
swiss cheesеd a n_gga crib, that b_tch got forclose
bullets hit torch zones, sh_ttin’ a n_gga day
i’ll beat the steak in your eyes you really fake
i’ll make the b_tch eat the cake, no anna mae
when i’m on the road with the pros, i concentrate
b_tch, i’m in that motherf_ckin’ field, it’s ball game
b_tch, we throwin’ a party, i don’t even know dog name
pigs pull me over, always give they ass fraud names
issue what my brother did with me, it’s the same thing (same sh_t)
[chorus]
that bag touched down, sh_t, the rent came (money, money)
drive it so fast while we switch lanes
bro lose control with that money, get him detained
that syringe your best friend, could tell by your veins

[verse 2]
you ain’t really gettin’ money, you just in the way
i need a badass b_tch like lisa ray (badass b_tch)
chopper sing to your ass like marvin gaye
kick a b_tch out the crib, sh_t, i need some sp_ce
run up in your crib, jewels lab straight to the safe
heard your mans writin’ statements, i’m somewhere switchin’ states
all that d_ck hoppin’, pick a side and pick a place
i’ll pull up on you, smack a hundred straight to your face
brodie doin’ numbers, it’s on me to get him straight
run up on your ass then miss you, ain’t no comin’ in late
yeah, your peoples, they gon’ miss you when i turn you to a waste
ho see me drop face, this ho gon’ need a rake
perfect time, ain’t no drake, lil’ bro just brung the drac’ in (for real)
you could get stretched with this b_tch, i’m just sayin’
ain’t no ems when you stretch out there layin’
here on my side for so long, this b_tch tannin’

[chorus]
that bag touched down, sh_t, the rent came (money, money, money)
drive it so fast while we switch lanes (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
bro lose control with that money, get him detained (lost it)
that syringe your best friend, could tell by your veins (could tell it)

- onfully

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