Lyrics:
Yeah, yes, give me the bag
What, what, what, what, ooh yeah, what, what, what
Give me the plays, turn into hustle
Give me the check, I'm done
the gas on me oh you hit the gas though
Thats why I always make sure to pull up in that big old range when I hop on stage
Louis V bag and that gold on my
to love, honor and adore
But wait there's more
You get a shifter knob that was an old beer tap
Matching T-shirts and a NASCAR cap
A belt buckle from
Woo
Woo
Blackbird on the old church steeple
Spanish moss hangin' in the settin' sun
Every house house has got a Bible and a loaded gun
We
at me, nigga what I'd do?
I feel like Tim Curry playin' dumb, I ain't got a clue
Young with an old nigga soul, ball like Uncle Drew
I put 'em in
I've got a few missed calls
I lost my job, I didn't know
And that's not good at all
I get my bag, I go outside
Just mindin' my own biz
I go to pay,
I'm an old school ho with a new school flow
I refuse to be supporting, got my own damn show
I'ma headline that, that's my racks on racks
I'ma send it
She's got a candle lit by her window
With a double-barrel shotgun next to her rocking chair
She's been waiting
And this old lady, she's been
I guess the money's all dried up
'Cause when I drive to work, the
Road is all broken
And the cars are on blocks
And the old man at the bus stop,
opps dem way too chatty
Mash come old like granddad Ratty
Jail to road all my gang get crashy
And it's glad when I swing on my jocky
But man can't
crackhead
15 bags for a little kidnapping
Whack him in the lowrider
Should have got rich, you ain't no rider
You ain't slid, you ain't no slider
Heard
bag
Let's cut and run
Just leave this mess
'Cause we're heading for the sun
Hear the call
Feel the air
Our feet will take us far
To the place
like a chess board
I'm thinking ahead more
Gave my old girl a pipe, now I'm exhaust
Yo, these guys don't want pies, that's what Z for
Riding with
With Shad you always get a mixed bag
Sadness and joy, wins and mishaps
Healed wounds and picked scabs
More ups and downs than a Six Flags
Music with
Yeah it's time we took a rest
We've got a love to protect
So nothin' comes between you and I
Let's share a sleepin' bag tonight
We used hang out in
rally at his feet
Tradin' smoke in limbo
Chewin' off the old confessional rag
Got plenty mumbo-jumbo in his little white bag oh oh oh
Well, meet
wanna chase her
'Cause that gyal bad and boujee
Holdin' it back, she wants the fun and that
My new ting got my old tings running back
Sweet one
Where are my drugs? (Screamed)
Old scraps, notes and photographs
My brain's in shambles
My room's a mess
I'm having a panic attack
Where are my
stretching my legs
And my bitch bad, she gon' open her legs
Got a big bag, I be paying my rent
And I'm so rad, I setting the trends
I don't wear vans,
what he say
Man he try to blame violence on rap music and video games
Like we out here killing for any old thing
If I was reckless I would tell you
Jimmy you'll be Jimmy just the same
The keys are in a bag in a chest by the door
One of Jimmy's friends has taken the floor
Jimmy won't you please
Don't turn on the radio, sing me something original.
Sing it like the old boy, twelve buck blues he's paid to stews.
Don't listen to the media,
don't
Man bag with a thing thing, man start off cooking like charcoal
Get cash and I get it in quick, real speedy look at my car though
Now your
If I were you I woulda sell my gun
If I were you, I woulda sell my gun
If I were you, mi woulda sell my gun
And buy a old Corolla
Taxi me run
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