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phil sosa - bag talk كلمات الأغنية

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double bag gang, better get you a stick. i outlook get em ate like a twix. lil brodie on gold said he was l!cking for l!cks. i just got a sting on the plug with the bricks. top_notch dope sh_t smells like i farted. tell him to be quiet before we make him a target. 50 on me, imma f_ck up the party. n__s ain’t eating; they’re mad; they’re starving. pour up a four_imma sip out the cartons. don’t hand me your cd; i know that it’s garbage. badass yeller feels like martin. don’t got milk, b_tch, i got work. i pour up thе mud because i came from thе dirt. tell him to be quiet or get put on a shirt. i up with that 40. i like how it jerks. too much swag hoe i’m dripping in louis’. ice my b_tch out, hoe f_ck them rubies. ass fat she did caught her a chewy. up with the k’ make it look like a movie. put the beam on his face now he’s yelling, don’t shoot me. band days, bust out the truly. she fell in love seeing me stepping into gucci. you got the wrong one. i’m not f_cking with groupies. touch me a m. ice out a new g shock. run up a check because i bought rick fox. freaky little b_tch, she gon climb to the top. 23 where it goes down no joc. make yo b_tch suck like xpac. i up with the chop, he gets knocked out his crocks. he tried to be tough and ran into the dot. flashlight on, yeah, yeah. i’m hitting everything that moves. no, go go gadget. i’ve been handling tools. streets b_tch, i got approved. thats a 223. get knocked out of your shoes. big street sweepers get them swept like brooms. these n__s ain’t hard these n__s bafoons. she told me about you thinking you were a goon. might up with a heckler and clear out the room. i hop in the whip. i feel like boozie. i’ll zoom a giant; most of these n__s are proons. you gon get stripped out for trying to be cool. jake’s pulling me over, bobo the fool. why are you tripping these b_tches? . raised in a jungle but up in a zoo. throw me the chopper on gang, i’m going to scoot. what are you doing? better hang out that roof. but the beam on his chest tried to tear up his suit. he tried to blow me just like a flute. we went over the whole scene and aren’t leaving any proof

outro: yeah, yeah, yeah, aye 23 sh_t. bmg, the gang man, come on, man, free the gods, man. f_ck every n__a who is hating because i hear you n__s out there talking, man, but yeah, we get money though

- phil sosa

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