lirik lagu brand new bag – jxd!
[intro]
faint got this b*tch jumpin’
go! go!
[chorus]
brand new bag for a new b*tch
i pop percocets
geeked up off the x
i touch a milli, don’t want nothin’ less
f*ck around we can get that lil’ boy stretched
k!ll that lil’ n*gga now his momma stressed
f*ck around we put a x on his chest
light up his lungs and then shoot at his head
[verse 1]
yes, i’m tryna’ break the bank
heaven’s best soldier but i’m not a saint
we up in bora bora sippin’ pints
smokin’ on loud pack and it stank
she wet as a ocean, no frank
saw a punk n*gga, think i’m finna’ gank
this sh*t real life, n*gga this not a game
n*ggas be tweakin’ off a lil’ bit of fame
[chorus]
brand new bag for a new b*tch
i pop percocets
geeked up off the x
i touch a milli, don’t want nothin’ less
f*ck around we can get that lil’ boy stretched
k!ll that lil’ n*gga now his momma stressed
f*ck around we put a x on his chest
light up his lungs and then shoot at his head
[verse 2]
brand new baguette for my b*tch, p*ssy wet
got a big stick in my bag, on my back, i’ma vet
that b*tch put a spell on me p*ssy a hex
i feel like i’m yeat ’cause i’m up off the x
double my money, then triple and flip it
we put a hole in a b*tch like a jibbit
i’m sippin’ on red and i ain’t talking trippie
her booty stay puffy, no jiggly* it jiggle
reach for my pockets i’m pullin’ the trigger
she can’t be my boo, ’cause she already a jigga*
walk in the function, pull up with my n*ggas
she shakin’ that ass like she makin’ a triller
she want me to beat it like michael, like thriller
i beat up the p*ssy, i turn to a k!ller
i beat up the p*ssy, i turn to a driller
i’m cooking these n*ggas like eggs on a sk!llet, yuhh
[chorus]
brand new bag for a new b*tch
i pop percocets
geeked up off the x
i touch a milli, don’t want nothin’ less
f*ck around we can get that lil’ boy stretched
k!ll that lil’ n*gga now his momma stressed
f*ck around we put a x on his chest
light up his lungs and then shoot at his head
[verse 1]
yes, i’m tryna’ break the bank
heaven’s best soldier but i’m not a saint
we up in bora bora sippin’ pints
smokin’ on loud pack and it stank
she wet as a ocean, no frank
saw a punk n*gga, think i’m finna’ gank
this sh*t real life, n*gga this not a game
n*ggas be tweakin’ off a lil’ bit of fame
[chorus]
brand new bag for a new b*tch
i pop percocets
geeked up off the x
i touch a milli, don’t want nothin’ less
f*ck around we can get that lil’ boy stretched
k!ll that lil’ n*gga now his momma stressed
f*ck around we put a x on his chest
light up his lungs and then shoot at his head
[verse 2]
brand new baguette for my b*tch, p*ssy wet
got a big stick in my bag, on my back, i’ma vet
that b*tch put a spell on me p*ssy a hex
i feel like i’m yeat ’cause i’m up off the x
[outro]
double my money, then triple and flip it
we put a hole in a b*tch like a jibbit
i’m sippin’ on red and i ain’t talking trippie
her booty stay puffy, no jiggly* it jiggle
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