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lirik lagu mind games – lui bagg

(oh sh*t)
(do you even got the bag?)
(oh sh*t lui got a bag) (he got a bag)

how the f*ck you rockin’ louie you don’t even got the bag?
i got enough b*tches on me i don’t mean to brag
i can’t f*ck that b*tch nope, she look like her dad
catfishing on the insta, boy that make me mad
catfishing on the insta, i gotta kick her out
are these b*tches really bad? i gotta figure out
i like fat b*tches too, i need a bigger couch
you could keep them skinny hoes, i took a different route
i hate that little booty sh*t, i need a big amount
h*lla rolls like my money, it be tough to count
this b*tch ’bout big as h*ll but she could go some rounds
i said “what’s that smell?” oh she got her stomach out
d*mn, that sh*t stank
i been smoking all my profit, my sh*t dank
smoking back to back this gas got my mind blank
she playing with my p*n*s in her mouth i call it mind games

she tired of me sipping on this lean, i’m sipping on this potion
she tired of me tryna get the green, i’m getting to the motion
if you ain’t got no f*cking crisco you might need lotion
my granny locked me out the house, i told her please open
i got some sh*t that you don’t wanna see, i know you free*roaming
choppa got a buzz on it, it got the bees hoping
let me in and we’ll be good, then we could be homies
i really hope that she ain’t see that 23 on me
’cause she’ll really beat my ass but i’ll really shoot her
yeah i’ll really hit her ass with a fat ruger
i just seen a bad lil b*tch, she was working at hooters
we just shot an action movie, no this is not a blooper
im not tryna chat nah baby, i’m tryna make the music
you see the racks now baby, don’t look at me stupid
don’t look at my past nah baby, don’t even get into it
i was a bad demon baby i ain’t like cupid
you say that you a player? i’m the coach, i teach you how to do it
i ain’t never seen you speak to dooley, how you finna do sh*t?
you could get smacked like reca, i don’t really care
emo white little b*tch, i pull her the hair
beat it down, touchdown baby, i take her down the stairs
you ain’t never questioned life until you f*ck a b*tch with no hair
how you talk on 305? you don’t go there
don’t like to party but i’ll go because the hoes there
im the only n*gga with a sheisty, i know they gone stare
don’t like it when she ask me where i’m at “b*tch i’m nowhere”
d*mn, these b*tches do too much
fourlokos at the take got me too stuck
this sh*t hit like gatorade i be juiced up
remember i was trappin, getting paid on the school bus
how the f*ck you rockin’ louie you don’t even got the bag?
i got enough b*tches on me i don’t mean to brag
i can’t f*ck that b*tch nope, she look like her dad
catfishing on the insta, boy that make me mad
catfishing on the insta, i gotta kick her out
are these b*tches really bad? i gotta figure out
i like fat b*tches too, i need a bigger couch
you could keep them skinny hoes, i took a different route
i hate that little booty sh*t, i need a big amount
h*lla rolls like my money, it be tough to count
this b*tch ’bout big as h*ll but she could go some rounds
i said “what’s that smell?” oh she got her stomach out
d*mn, that sh*t stank
i been smoking all my profit, my sh*t dank
smoking back to back this gas got my mind blank
she playing with my p*n*s in her mouth i call it mind games

- lui bagg

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