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ghetto bag - allstar jr lyrics

[verse 1: allstar jr]
i’m the one who keep the plug happy
look at me, i’m from a family full of drug addicts
luckily‚ i only picked up on they drug habits
not just smoking‚ b*tch‚ i’m really out here drug slapping
how you n*ggas hit the road, and be scary as h*ll?
punk b*tch, i sold more ice than gary this year
i just tossed 30 boes to my third option
why you poor n*ggas running round bird boxing?
b*tch‚ get your split the hard way, for 27 bucks
staring at the plane, like i’m finna f*ck the bezzle up
i bought chanel‚ ’cause my lil hoes love bags
you call the n*ggas [?] love [?]

[verse 2: peezy]
caught cases, i ain’t tell, so i fought cases
told the lawyer go to trial, f*ck some probation
rich n*gga, hundred racks of ice in them hoes’ faces
sit your broke ass down, [?]
independent n*gga, i ain’t sign to no label
f*ck a hit single, when the pills and the boes banging
can i put a one on it? what [?]
[?] on instagram live, make your ho famous
been a real n*gga, i don’t do no faking
wanna see my n*ggas win, i don’t do no hating
twenty racks, a small hundred, money so [?]
hockey mask on, no faces, no cases
[verse 3: allstar jr]
[?] we used to k!ll them with the rocks
sent hoes to louisville and back, couple thousand dollars
feds taking fl!cks, i can’t even b*tch about it
i’ma be p*ssed if they don’t catch me in versace
ho ass n*ggas, we at the shows toating 50’s
packed up blow when 2 chainz was still titi
pots had birds before puff turned to diddy
b*tch, all i know is cocaine and dirty kitchens
sh*t so strong, that it can numb a n*gga toothake
pints in the hood when flip was still doing screw tapes
f*ck on hoes, the n*ggas wanna make they boo thing
money and murder, n*gga, i fell in love with two things

[verse 4: peezy]
vs1’s, you see it clear than a blueray
n*ggas out here stuck in the passed, boy, this a new day
jr, tell them go get a bag, we got some new weight
open the seel, we finna drink it like it’s coolade
k!llers on my team do what i tell them to
thousand for the jeans, 500 for the leather shoes
got a dollar on that chopper when we stepping through
p*ssy ass bouncers, don’t touch me, n*gga, let us through
we got fnn’s and barettas too
b*tch, my n*ggas off the chain, and i let them loose
i’ll bring them b*tches to you, i’ll mail them too
all you gotta do is set the play, and i’ma exicute

- allstar jr lyrics

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