Bags, Women, High ft. Loding Lyrics

Yeah

De spør meg om å bli

De spør meg om å bli

Yeah

De spør meg om å bli

Yeah

De spør meg om å bli

Kanke leve som de vil

De kan ikke se mitt syn

Jeg skal leve mitt liv

Five star in the making

Studio and we baking

Up in the morning

I smoke in the evenings

Shout out til min bror han har alltid vært der

Starta ned fra bunn broski hadde min back

Henta inn en kloss og vi flippa den til packs

Det ble aldri nok måtte kjøpe inn mer bags

Vet at mamma fikk nok men vi hadde mye lægs

Aldri noe bråk så vi sier det var greit jaja

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She be wildin on my peace

She be drifting my mind with no sense of steer

I cant seem to find my feet

Now I'm begging begging please dont trip on me

I got bills to pay

Been working all day

Family complain

Tired run my vains

Rubbaband sound conversations with Flomo

We trynna go overseas momondo

Penthouse condo

Where jamaican rum flow

Never short of sun no

Parties where the bums go

Parties where the bums go

Parties where the bums go

And we taking off

The real has woken up

Father of Zion

Make me feel like Messiah

Gave me strength of a lion

Defeat all of my rivals

Till the end I'm the final

We no just survive no

We no just survive no

Try to catch on our vibe ooh

Dont you see all the signs glow

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