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yung p dough - bag alert كلمات أغنية

[intro: zach fox]
i put my d_ck in a bag of doritos
and made this n____ b_tch suck the dust off the tip

[chorus: yung p dough]
hoppin’ off the plane, got me another bag (bag)
double scoop creatine, feelin’ like i’m back
money in my pockets stackin’ up to the max (to the max)
flexin’ on the heavy, now they all lookin’ mad
homie told me time ago, my breath smell like onion (ew)
yo’ girl love the scent, she still kiss it like it’s nothin’
my crib like an onion, so many layers, go frontin’ (woo)
i’m f_ckin’ her back one time, now she tryna leave me, why she dumpin’?

[verse 1: yung p dough]
check my phone, bag alеrt, 20k to my name
stackin’ up the paper, i could fly outta spain
got yo’ damе on my left and yo’ main on my plane
i be stayin’ on my focus, they can’t keep on they lane (yuh)
feelin’ like i’m ewan ’cause i dropped another stack (stack)
i be in a new time, never ever lookin’ back (lookin’ back)
flights stayin’ booked, i ain’t ever keepin’ track (keepin’ track)
touchdown, make a move, then i’m gone like that (yuh, ooh)
how you came from a gated house, say you broke? (broke)
[?] used to drip, now drippin’ en vogue (vogue)
drippin’ in the ice, drippin’ in the sauce
bad shawty took off my pair of lacoste (ooh)
gettin’, gettin’, gettin’, get another band like (band like)
say, say it once, say the same thing twice (thing twice)
b_tch annoying compared to pubic lice (huh?)
multi_colored b_tches, some likin’ rice
[chorus: yung p dough & scalladosis]
hoppin’ off the plane, got me another bag (bag)
double scoop creatine, feelin’ like i’m back
money in my pockets stackin’ up to the max (to the max)
flexin’ on the heavy, now they all lookin’ mad
homie told me time ago, my breath smell like onion (ew)
yo’ girl love the scent, she still kiss it like it’s nothin’
my crib like an onion, so many layers, go frontin’ (woo)
i’m f_ckin’ her back one time, now she tryna leave me, why she dumpin’? (yuh, yuh, ahem)

[verse 2: scalladosis]
the fruits of my labor still gotta ripen
when i’m makin up some lyrics, goin’ off when i’m typin’
feel like mario, the way your b_tch and i be pipin’
take a sh_t on yo’ block, then we pullin’ up and wipin’
one shot, two shots, i’m finna get drunk
talkin’ all that sh_t, but you a motherf_ckin’ punk
i be ballin’ so hard, ’bout to go and hit that dunk
you say you’re better than me, that’s something i’ma debunk, yuh (i—)
i do what i want and i ain’t gonna quit
people line up ’cause they wan see me spit
we k!llin’ this beat, i’ma call it a hit
i count it up, addin” up every bit
doin’ my laugh, i be doin them cackles
i’m with my dogs and they wild like jackals
chasin’ the money, start hittin’ them tackles
d_mn, i just wanna break outta these shackles
don’t give a f_ck what y’all say, i’ma run up
and we all up on they ass, yeah, their fun up
b_tch, i know you’re scared to shoot, you won’t even pick the gun up
just know that i’ve been winnin’ ever since i got that 1_up
[verse 3: itsbean]
when i pull up, skrrt skrrt in that whip, ho
pretty b_tch lookin’ so fine, too much lip, though
i don’t be outside, i be chillin’ with my kinfolk
but if you wanna tie, squabble up, throw a fist, bro
ayy brodie, where you from? (westside)
i ain’t playin’ with these b_tches, where they from? (that side)
okay, that’s cool, set ’em up (we slide)
pop out, do ’em dirty in the cut (who slide?)
late nights in l.a be so crazy, uh
i ain’t never had to walk with no safety, uh
spun the wheels in my whip, now we racin’, ayy
got this shorty and i think she work at macy’s
take the drums out, yeah, i’m goin’ dumb now
f_ck all of y’all, i ain’t rockin’ with no bums now
’cause b_tch, you’s a ho, you’s a busser, admit it
i might know yo’ friend, so don’t hate when i’m in it, like

- yung p dough

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