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Bag Talk

 

Bag Talk

(альбом: QuickTape - 2020)


Ayy, Heavy, turn the beat up, though

Yuh
Catch a broke bitch throwing that shade, put the fire in her face
Now I caught a bitch sunny
Nah, these hoes ain't get no money
My bitches come through, we'll leave a bitch running
Bitch, I'm gunning, hoe show me my opponent
I count that bag with my feet up
I'm beating the beat up
Make yo' nigga eat up
Me having money, we having a threesome
His bitch out of line, call me the wife-beater
I'm in the trap with the pack and the heater
These bitches, they following me like the leader
He love on me 'cause he know I don't need him

This that bag talking, put your lil' money up
Bitches ain't talking 'bout shit
I got a brick sitting on my wrist
'Cause your lil' money just drip like this
This that bag talking, put your lil' money up
Bitches ain't talking 'bout shit
I got a brick sitting on my wrist
'Cause your lil' money just drip like this
(This that...)

I rock Dior with a Dickie
Bitch, I'm a slut, I get filthy
Hide this bitch out in my city
These bitches, they ain't fucking with' me
I need them racks like I'm 50
I got that power, I bring out the stars
I make bitches rap, gotta bring out the bars
Exposing these bitches, they capping in they rap
If I catch every nigga, I'm pulling they cars
He take you on a date and he took me to the bank
I could do everything a broke hoe can't
Yeah, they see me everywhere a broke hoe ain't
Put that red on your hair, you gon' watch a bitch paint
Kyrie with the switch-up
These niggas can't keep up, I'm breaking them down to the socks
Everything litty, he likes when it's hot
He need a milli' to get in this box
My dealer's big business, I ain't got no feelings
You shoot off, you get off the pot
Them hunnids, he feeling em, bag for a villain
I'm taking him for what he got
I'ma re-up, and flip it, and stack it, and stack it
You 'bout it, I make that shit happen
Showed him the real, now he hate a bitch capping
And I walk in the room and the bitches start clapping

This that bag talking, put your lil' money up
Bitches ain't talking 'bout shit
I got a brick sitting on my wrist
'Cause your lil' money just drip like this
This that bag talking, put your lil' money up
Bitches ain't talking 'bout shit
I got a brick sitting on my wrist
'Cause your lil' money just drip like this
(It's that...)

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