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Bag From Hell
1.915
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bag From Hell wurde am 5. August 2022 von Fat Money / EMPIRE als Teil des Albums Money Got Wings veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum5. August 2022
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM61

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fat Money
Fat Money
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
T. Raybon
T. Raybon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardo Got Wings
Cardo Got Wings
Producer
DEZ
DEZ
Producer
SixAM
SixAM
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I'm tryna run up a bag from hell
She say she stay over East, had to tell her, "Be ready, bitch, I'm 'bout to pass Chapell"
Her biological father be hatin' on me 'cause I'm tryna be her dad as well
He went to Amazon just to buy trackers just to put on her car, that shit sad as hell
Twenty-five for a plane jane Yves Saint Laurent, condo Streeterville, rent 5k a month
Five new cars in my granny driveway a month
Whip it out, whip it up, let it dry, shape it up
Hang it up, razor cut, weigh it up, pay it up
I ain't get a deal 'cause my ways wasn't gay enough
Fastbreak, two points only time I'm layin' up
Make it make sense, all these rappers just sayin' stuff
Not tryna argue, lil' bitch, I'm obeyin' stuff
**** don't listen to you when you layin' stuff
Why **** always wanna talk when I'm playin' stuff?
You ain't even like that for real, you just playin' tough
You prolly sit when you piss, ****, stand up
Run in yo' shit with them pistols on camera
Foenem might creep through yo' chimney with Santa (Ghee Ghee)
[Verse 2]
Yeah
I'm tryna run up a bag from hell
Speedin' in the Demon and it's a coincidence, I might need Jesus to grab the wheel
She never ever done uppers and she tryna kick off her night with a half of pill
Baddie from Cleveland, she fuckin' Odell
He turned down Chicago, so fuck 'em, oh well
Big bank roll, can't fit inside rubberbands
Nino Brown, drop top jeep with the Duda man
I done had uptown freaks, I don't stud again
Creeped in a frat bitch room, she was studyin'
Six hundred dollar 2-liter, I'm pourin' muddy in
Fucked her, left, shot a text, "Thank you, come again"
Call me Run DMC, I'ma Rev Run her friend
He dropped a cinco, he 'bout to go dumb again
I was on the come up when yo' shit was plummetin'
Rap Barry Sanders, ain't no time for fumblin'
My diamonds flawless in case you was wonderin'
Lost in the sauce, like you Alice in Wonderland
Fuck with me, I show my ass like the plumber man
They hear me clearly, I'm not with the mumblin'
I drop, they like, "What the fuck he done done again?"
[Verse 3]
Yeah
I'm tryna run up a bag from hell
Written by: T. Raybon
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