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Maino

Bag Talk

 

Bag Talk

(álbum: Party & Pain - 2017)


[Maino:]
Uh, I grind harder and sleep less
I climb farther with each step
I shine brighter with deep breaths
My knife sharper, I speak death
Fully auto machine ready
Can't sleep, got money thoughts, I dream heavy
Old scars and war stories
Cop calls, the ho saw me
I shine bright through dark nights
Starting to feel like Gotham City, the Dark Knight
Niggas robbing, catching souls, get caught twice
Watch your step, them deep waters, them sharks bite
I ain't slept since last week
Ain't said a prayer this whole year, my past deep
Party hard, drink liquor and fuck wives
Get money, make music that touch lives

[Jaquae:]
All I know is that bag talk
I can't speak no other language if you broke nigga
Some say I'm asshole
I don't mean to do it, I swear (I gotta get that paper)
I gotta get it, gotta get it
I gotta get that paper (Maino), yeah
I gotta get it, gotta get it, gotta get it, ayy

[Dave East:]
Hard to believe, them niggas ain't fooling me
Nowadays the music be faker than niggas' jewelry
I ain't trusting nothing, I'm hearing nothing I'm seeing
I had to go to court, made an appearance just for my freedom
Everybody sold a brick, everybody had money before they deal
And everybody hoes was thick
I really got a felony, I'm missing money in Toronto
Predicates and hustlers most of the people I know
They claim they from the gutter and they never seen a cockroach
Get nervous when the cops close, on they mama they not broke
Them cars rented, chains rented, them broads rented
Take 'em where it's real at, watch how they all timid
They thugged for that phone in jail, you had a call limit
The type you never have around if you gon' talk business
Never could they swim in the water with sharks in it
I pull up all tinted, that Porsche is dark skinned

[Jaquae:]
All I know is that bag talk
I can't speak no other language if you broke nigga
Some say I'm asshole
I don't mean to do it, I swear (I gotta get that paper)
I gotta get it, gotta get it
I gotta get that paper, yeah
Gotta get it, gotta get it, ayy

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