BAG Lyrics

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Mark g man fuck going on

Bag on a

Bag on a shoe but you ain't caught me walking

Bag on your boo but I ain't bought her nothing

Bag on me too what you was tryna purchase

Fashion seduced her I ain't tell her nothing

Bag on a garment probably wore it tossed it

Pads in my cargo on the field working

Tell her to get naked first we get sedated

I should play in matrix how I'm dodging hatred

Bag of gelato flying out the basement

When my mans died I actually couldn't save him

I should make a list of the real niggas

Rolling up the strip tryna kill niggas

Holding up a fifth like a bar tender

Hulk hogan you the shirt how the arms rip you

Oh you from the dub never saw Niggas

Come on

You get whip for enough imma car dealer

Bought sticks not buffs Nigga all pistols

Call blitz like madden or it's all picks

Aye this nasa double capsule smoking cannatique

Play the standard cause the extra couldn't fit the Jean

Baby pampered how I pat and put her back to sleep

Made a pattern getting rackets Nigga

Brody blinking cross you over if I caught you reach

Caught me Neiman cults on me over some McQueen

Or McCartney season I might come a fleece

Maybe parched baby drinking semen on a knee