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Word on the beat, Word on the beat, Word on the beat I made my bag homie, best year of my life But I don't brag on it Fifty thousand, all hundreds got a bag on me Out in LA boiling herb, feel like naturally You go to Eddie B's, I used to grab Coney 2000 for the G's 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 pospans Seeing my momma get 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 neighbourhood depending on me Gucci jogger, new SJ's 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 had no chips Life is short so you know I'm living man 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 Tiny thoughts into a tea like a damn scared 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 Hey, bitch P i'm in my bag too Fuck ho's that can't swoop Rock ice and cash coups Like Lou I'll buy your bitch a bag too Spend Spring Break in the 09 not 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 they doubt all these bitches i'mma dog 'em out But I'm dripping on her, baby how you love that? Blow where the drugs at, nigga where the gloves at? 3, 4, 5 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, Man these niggas don't got no swag yeah 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
Writer(s): Phillip Peaks, Anthony Woodward, Babyface Ray, Lil Perry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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