Bag – Peezy & Babyface Ray (feat. Lil Perry)Back N Action” (feat. LUCKI)
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I’m in my bag on ’em, best year of my life but I don’t brag on it Fifty thousand, all hundreds got a bag on me Out in LA ballin’ hard feel like Nash on ’em Before the Eddie V’s, I used to grab Coney Two thousand for the jeans now that’s swag homie If you seen what I seen then you’d understand I’m a crack baby I was trained to use pots and pans Seeing my momma gettin’ high made me become a man Daddy used to have them birds bitch, now I’m the man If the money ain’t right we gotta count again Can’t afford to let you short me, I take care of my whole fam And my whole neighborhood depending on me Gucci jogger, newest Js got it blending on me Speeding in the hellcat with your tenderoni We ain’t gotta go to Captain J’s I got chicken on me, bitch
These niggas don’t want no bag No these niggas don’t want no bag, yeah Man these niggas don’t got no swag Man these niggas don’t got no swag yeah These niggas don’t want no bag, yeah No these niggas don’t want no bag, yeah Man these niggas don’t got no swag Man these niggas don’t got no swag yeah
Niggas swagless, rubberband then record it and tag your bitch If they pressure you and push you, ain’t got no strength I was doing shit you couldn’t, I ain’t had no chips Life is short so you know I’m living mad like mitch Get a hitter then I leave, ghost ride your bitch Gotta have at least a G just to rock my kicks Bending quarters with a dub trying to buy my key Percocets got me in my feelings Being down got me into dealing Throw the money in the shoebox I’m trying to stack them bitches to the ceiling, yeah These niggas don’t want no bag Had the torch now he doing bad, damn Turn a thousand into a ten like a damn scam Tryna get rich and take care of the whole family
No these niggas don’t want no bag, yeah Man these niggas don’t want no bag, yeah Man these niggas don’t got no swag Man these niggas don’t got no swag yeah These niggas don’t want no bag, yeah No these niggas don’t want no bag, yeah Man these niggas don’t got no swag Man these niggas don’t got no swag yeah
Ay, Big P I’m in my bag too Fuck hoe’s that can’t swoop Rock ice and cash coupes Like Lou I’ll buy your bitch a bag too Spend spring break in the O, not no Cancun Expensive nigga rocking shit that I can’t pronounce Givenchy T, Hudson jeans. paid poking out Balling out, pussy niggas I can stall ’em out When in doubt all these bitches I’ma dog ’em out But I’m dripping on her, baby how you love that? Know where the drugs at, nigga where the plugs at? Need fo’ five for the oranges ain’t no lunch shake Been getting off on a bitch since a rugrat, nigga
These niggas don’t want no bag Man these niggas don’t want no bag, yeah Man these niggas don’t got no swag, yeah Man these niggas don’t got no swag Man these niggas don’t want no bag, yeah Man these niggas don’t want no bag, yeah Man these niggas don’t got no swag Man these niggas don’t got no swag yeah