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bag* - semi homie lyrics

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[semi]
[?] tryna k!ll
sh*t ready to work, on the men, we be bagging sh*t
keep asking for money, come fly back these bags, b*tch
you wearing them amiris, you gotta stuff them pockets
got it for two and i sold it for twenty for a lil’ profit
i’m dropping my mask to whoever, i’m a big problem
if we miss when we bending, we come back a lil’ harder
i go on the move, i told lo, i had to hit him
[?], why the f*ck would i [?]
he ain’t even do nothing, why the f*ck is you talking?
i don’t care [?] that gun will go in the coffin
[?] tryna hop out on whoever, young n*gga ain’t got no cage
mind your business when we talking, this a get money or get active conversation
n*gga said some snake sh*t, me and jai and cuz gon’ hop in that car
[?] in that fast sh*t in that lot [?] front of the car
she want to be my b*tch and i just want an oop
she [?] to me, she know [?]
cut the b*tch, she gon’ rock him to sleep
we all tryna hop in that car in a four*door, we five deep
[?] his house for six hours, i’m falling asleep
hate n*ggas that talk like they’re active, [?] walking with a brick, got a thousand to stack
she asking why i keep on clutching my gun, b*tch, ’cause i don’t trust your ass
bolis want me to get a switch, i told him, “nah, they shoot too fast”
[?] nine with micro, [?] sh*t a n*gga been did
keep playing with that lil’ ten thousand, [?]
[?], tell me where he laying his head at
these n*ggas know we terrorizing sh*t, these n*ggas be tryna hide
his eyes closed while he shoot, he one of them n*ggas that just wanna say he fired
got his drop, i was sitting on his car in my car
[?] tryna k!ll
sh*t ready to work, on the men, we be bagging sh*t
keep asking for money, come fly back these bags, b*tch
you wearing them amiris, you gotta stuff them pockets
got it for two and i sold it for twenty for a lil’ profit
i’m dropping my mask to whoever, i’m a big problem
if we miss when we bending, we come back a lil’ harder
i go on the move, i told lo, i had to hit him
[?], why the f*ck would i [?]
he ain’t do nothing, why the f*ck is you talking?
i don’t care [?] that gun will go in the coffin
[?]

- semi homie lyrics

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