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Лучшие песни Tracy's Son
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Said I'm all the way
Back in my bag
Back in, back in my bag
Back in, back in my bag
Said I'm all the way
Back in my bag
Back in, back in my bag
Back in back in my bag
Said I'm all the way
Back in my bag
Back in, back in my bag
Back in, back in my bag
Said I'm all the way
Back in my bag
Back in, back in my bag
Back in back in my bag
Heard that y'all was looking for me well here I am nigga
Pinky off of Next Friday and I ain't playing nigga
Did you suckas miss me? or nah I ain't been gone long
Had y'all panties all in a bunch call this the thong song
Why y'all dudes always hating cuz y'all not name brand?
Great Value ass niggas we not the same brand
Put my stamp on this shit like it was Blue Magic
Got the old fiends checking in and plus the new addicts
Long Live Naybahood Nip yeah we still miss you fam
Wish them shots never hit you wish they had missed you fam
Y'all dudes got the game wrong enjoy what life brings
Wait cuz you a bum ass nigga I can't have nice things?
Jealousy's a hell of a drug that's word to everything
Pussy niggas talking that talk yeah I heard everything
Loyalty that's real shit that's what I stand for
All the way back in my duffle back in my Jan Sport
Said I'm all the way (The way)
Back in my bag (My bag)
Back in, back in my bag (My bag)
Back in, back in my bag
Said I'm all the way (Said I'm all the way)
Back in my bag
Back in, back in my bag
Back in back in my bag (Let's get it)
Said I'm all the way (The way)
Back in my bag (My bag)
Back in, back in my bag
Back in, back in my bag
Said I'm all the way
Back in my bag
Back in, back in my bag
Back in back in my bag
Look bruh I'm all the way back in my bag
Plenty racks in my pocket sixteen in the mag
I get cheese for the picture if she a skeez
The King gone hit her
Play wit yo self don't play wit me cuz my first name ain't no fiddle
Over here we ain't checking we just popping tags
And that aroma that you smell around me is probably gas
That's how it is, That's how I live
Been doing it all my life
I'm always running up the profits cuz I'm hustling every night
Bruh don't be hating on my bag go get yo own
I'm pushing up in a coupe on the weekends
Just to show niggas how I'm on
I never sold dope but I been dope
And I'm on a mission everyday to break generational curses for my kinfolk
To get where I'm at bruh I just stayed ten toes down in this struggle
Rocking beats and instrumentals
Now I'm seeing so many commas that the math is no longer simple
I wake up making movies like a gimbal
Said I'm all the way
Back in my bag
Back in, back in my bag
Back in, back in my bag
Said I'm all the way
Back in my bag
Back in, back in my bag
Back in back in my bag
Said I'm all the way
Back in my bag
Back in, back in my bag
Back in, back in my bag
Said I'm all the way
Back in my bag
Back in, back in my bag
Back in back in my bag
Writer(s): Marino Lemons
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