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rotti the god - need me the bag كلمات الأغنية

[intro: rotti the god]
me and you [?]
step out the door, and it get me high (it do)
how you doing? i’m just with my guys (b rotti)
swear this [?] (yo)

[verse 1: rotti the god]
i just copped a new check, that’s cool
smoking weed, not attending school
hit the courts, and drop ten on boo
i be living, like, yes i do
i’ll never be tempted
your swagger’s rented, don’t pretend i do
hop over the fences
they on the benches, i’m with my crew
very nice, i’m dressed in expensive sh-t
brand new watch, i’m drenched in
toss it up like dressing, impressing
got horsepower, no question
i’m done with the questions
i’ll show them, and leave them with a blessing
came straight to the entrance
we keep it g, and we keep progressing

[bridge: rotti the god]
oh yeah, that’s my family, who i ride for (ride for)
got my little baby, she at home, she standing 5’4″ (5’4″)
getting high, that’s like the 9th floor
and i’ma provide more
anytime they hit me, i’ma slide door (slide door)
i hate you ’cause you a slight wh-r-
coming in, breaking down the situation
-n-lyzing like cyborgs (cyborgs)

[verse 2: rotti the god, lui]
yeah, b-tch i need me the cash (cash)
yeah, b-tch you need you a bag (bag)
and you ask if it’s cash (cash)
godd-mn, i’m gon’ tax (tax)
yeah, b-tch i need me the cash (yeah, yeah)
and so you need you a bag (uh, uh)
if you ask if it’s cash (yeah, yeah)
d-mn right, i’m gon’ tax
relax, chillax
i’m living life like a maniac
i’m running off like cadillac
gotta keep it real like an artifact
relax, chillax
i’m living life like a maniac
juggling school like a hackey-sack
slowing down town with a blowing back
gasoline, all up in me
who got the energy in the city? (i do)
i got some enemies acting petty
i think they hating because they jelly

[chorus: lui]
yeah, b-tch, i need me the bag
yeah, b-tch, i need me the cash
yeah, b-tch, (w-ssup), i need me the bag
yeah, b-tch, (stunning), i need me the cash

[verse 3: rotti the god]
taxing and relaxing
rolling up and put the wax in, like what’s happening
walk up in that joint
we smoking and click-clacking, get it snapping
know i be rapping colder than cabins
i get it stacking
without it just a boy with a p-ssion
i move h-lla quick, i’m on it
making noise when i’m p-ssing
vivid image clap on they [?]
picture paint, while you just wait
just give me bank then i’m straight
don’t like this place of anyway
wanna get my face out of state
fast pace like a race
finish off the race, don’t get sp-ce
fine dine, need breaks with a stay
expensive tastes and it’s great
y’all got the egg with no plate
you know you are just what you make it
you a b-m that’s your fate
can’t go like i’m an escape (let’s go)

[chorus: lui]
yeah, b-tch, i need me the bag
yeah, b-tch, i need me the cash
yeah, b-tch, i need me the bag
yeah, b-tch, i need me the cash

- rotti the god

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