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John F. Kennedy
This how I live, I ain't saving no pictures, I ain't gotta keep up with images
Ain't talking food, I just fucked two bitches by mistake

Alright, we smooth, go through
You know, you know how I like my shit, John, perfect, hold on
Huh, I could be gone by the mornin', huh
So I'm

I got the strap in the back of the Van
In the bag next to the bands
She lied to me she said she ain't Got a man
Get the gwala the guapo the Bands
If

a mag
You don't talk to me
If you won't give me the bag
Lucifer
I'm more like a mag
You don't talk to me
Don't talk
If you won't give me the bag

I'ma

Haaaaaa
Geezy
Aye man who that is Callin man
(Fuck your producer my beat is by Meexhie)
Haaaaa
I took em off, I did it again
These n***** be mad

Feels good just to flex on 'em
Feels good just to flex on 'em
I'm insane watch just how I do this
Subtle pace tell her bag the loot quick (yeah,

the dance know that's Carlton
I don't do dating cause hoe I got options
Making my money by hitting some licks (bricks)
Stacking bricks with my friends finally

(Great John on the beat, by the way)

Look
I got a bag and they started treated me different
Love the way that I bag and I flip it
Gang get

to riches but still feel like a rag
Guess I’ll pull up my breeches and go get the next bag
It’s Schriz
L followed by the O-S-T
L followed by the O-S-T
L

fuckin' with me (nah)

I dropped the location, she pulled up in thirty minutes
Now she suckin' on me (woo)
She got her own bag, she bad with a fat ass

need love city I just really wanna show
Cash coming in by loaf I don't need a roll
Bad lil bitch drop ass I don't even want the hoe

My cash flip
My bag

Da Story

Noreaga

N.O.R.E.

1998

Across from the mall right in Hoffman Park 
It's in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred Iraqs 
Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, there go, Roberto

What's your
What's your motive bae (uh)
Lemme come hold you bae (uh)
Lemme consult you ba-by (uh)
I don't know what your say-ing
But
I cannot cuff you

Symphony 2000

EPMD

Def Jam 200x

Damon did
Doc, walk thin red lines to shell shock
Hair lock with fucking broads in nail shops
Hydro? got more bags than bellhops
Two thousand Benz

shots that they thought
It was two of him
Stick ‘em up, lay it down into your pockets
This is not a search, nigga this a robbery
Take these bags to my

don't seize up
Hands in the air with your keys up
Can't see me, John Cena

Hopped in, popped out
Twenty for the watch now
Bossed out
Never should

They say hip-hop's dead
Murdered in a zip-lock bag
But don't get upset
Cause it's not like that
Because now I'm back
With my backpack
Filled with

someone to come seek with
You got to be the one before the other piece fits
Oo Now I'm trynna be her John B
I been looking for a minute hope she finds me

on your ass, could never not chase a bag
Like you was looking through the window, they gone view a nigga
And when she go down make her look up just to view

Beamer, John Cena, can't see me

Got the pedal to the metal and I ain't stopping for nuh
Got the hammer in my hand, I'm finna let the blakka buck
Living

2' o clock I'm in the booth, I'm finna let that demon out
Old hoe like to be in my phone no John Cena, can't see me now
Stalking on the block, we

John Cena, these niggas can't see us
But I know they all wanna be us
They ask for the price of the feature
I need an M just to speak up

I rap cause

Liquor in a brown bag, stopped by the quick sack
'Bout to go missing like cans in a 12-pack
Little bitty hillbilly, swerving like drones
Small

sent worldstar a bag to run it up over in Thailand
Double investments in real estate and by land
Trying to live my lifestyle G
I promise that you u gonna