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lirik lagu bag – rlsg bsmith

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[intro: rlsg kd]
rlsg
gang

[verse 1: rlsg bsmith]
i just made a play so big, i forgot to brag
amiri denims all on my ass, i still rock the tag
i was born a first child, n*gga, i can’t come in last
pourin’ hi*tech red out the pint, it come in a glass
i just f*cked a b*tch on the floor, tryna break her back
then i made that b*tch go home like, “where your panties at?”
if i ever go broke, mmm, n*gga, give me that
you ain’t gettin’ a chain off my neck, my granny gave me that
i just rolled a big ‘wood up, it’s a baseball bat
y’all should’ve been some baseball players, y’all so full of cap
kd got an eight poured up, i’m finna take a nap
then i’ma pop me a lil’ bean and try to bring me back
i’m just tryna cop me a new benz, you still want a scat
all them high*powered motor dodges, we done been did that
n*ggas get to talkin’ sh*t and hide like where your manners at?
my n*ggas get to loadin’ up and slidin’ with them thundercats
[chorus: yefe]
you said you in your bag, i went through it, i ain’t find nothin’
all my n*ggas ccw, but we ain’t hidin’ nothin’
can’t walk a mile in these shoes, well, you ain’t got nothin’
i can’t let you stab me in the back, you get shot for it
you said you in your bag, i went through it, i ain’t find nothin’
all my n*ggas ccw, but we ain’t hidin’ nothin’
can’t walk a mile in these shoes, well, you ain’t got nothin’
i can’t let you stab me in the back, you get shot for it

[verse 2: rlsg kd]
t*shirt got me feelin’ trendy, you don’t know danny
best friend mama had the drank, you don’t know tammy
beat a n*gga ass, i’m a savage, you don’t know randy
n*gga, you a b*tch with a d*ck, you a whole tranny
i don’t know these n*ggas from a can of soup
they don’t know me either, i’m too out the loop
know you heard stories about me, how i used to shoot
n*ggas for no motherf*ckin’ reason, better grab a suit
got the hood on lockdown, you need a key to come
matter fact, y’all ain’t seen enough
sick n*ggas all on the ‘net just actin’ tough
smack a n*gga with the keyboard, the a b*tton stuck
hood n*gga in designer, dope*stained clothes
she don’t like hangin’ with you n*ggas ’cause y’all do the most
only like f*ckin’ with a b*tch if she do the gross
i’m tryna teach my white b*tch how to make rows
[chorus: yefe]
you said you in your bag, i went through it, i ain’t find nothin’
all my n*ggas ccw, but we ain’t hidin’ nothin’
can’t walk a mile in these shoes, well, you ain’t got nothin’
i can’t let you stab me in the back, you get shot for it
you said you in your bag, i went through it, i ain’t find nothin’
all my n*ggas ccw, but we ain’t hidin’ nothin’
can’t walk a mile in these shoes, well, you ain’t got nothin’
i can’t let you stab me in the back, you get shot for it

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