Bag Daddy back from Afghan

Give me lap dance

Lead singer of the Gap Band

I ain't got bands

I got overfilled trash cans

Walmart bags on the door knob

No prob

All I did was ask for a blowjob

Crib dirty and my car dirty I don't give a fuck

Still working never in early

They don't pay enough

Judge on my nuts

Fuzz on my nuts

Get the fuck

Dollars signs low

But hard times known to get you tough

Fore my girl try and trace some

Ima lace some

Look for me wherever bass bump

And make em play some

It's an angel over my head

Turned 33 and grew wings

Holding on to every word said

Bitch you can't play for two teams

I been dolo for so long

I don't know how to do screens

R.I.P. Swisha Sweet Jones

I can turn a pawn to a Queen

I can turn a gift to a dream

Used to turn the juice into lean

Met my **** Glaze on the third

He can turn a deuce into green

Not in y'all state?

That's what they all state

Get my thoughts straight?

I can't even much walk straight

Two to the face on it all day

Cuz it's easing up my mind

Greasing up her spine

Get back up cuz my bae say she need it one more time

Ain't no rush just be patient

Sit on my face for vacation

I like the flavor the fragrance

So delicate the occasion is Heaven sent

Keep that shit fresher than a peppermint

I love seeing my Angel look so devilish

No blemishes

Perfection in my mind

Caress me with more lies

I feel blessed between yo

I see blessings in yo eyes

Bag Daddy back from Afghan

Give me lap dance

Lead singer of the Gap Band

I ain't got bands

I got overfilled trash cans

Walmart bags on the door knob

No prob

All I did was ask for a blowjob

You gone still wanna ride in my car

You gone still wanna sleep in my sheets

I know you still want it bae

Another sip another drank

Woah