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Sidenote

Lil Tecca

We Love You Tecca

2019

Yeah
I just be chasin' my bag, hello
I just came for the racks, I'm gone
Yeah, she used to throw me, now she really want me
I can tell that she

at me how i'm going to chasing the paper and bag 
Making this money i'm stacking my fetti my green
My paper and all of my cash 
Fake tits for a fake bitch

I'm on a Russ Parr thus far, to us stars
This is just us rock, use a nigga guts for the guitars (Put it on)
They getting bodied by an old nigga
Tell

OK this is August 26th 2004 we’re gonna try
And go through this in one live take
The Complete History of the Development
Of Punk on New
York's Lower

niggas trapping O-Z's
Just so you can ball like Ginobili
Fuck a Apple Watch I want a Rolli
I'ma be the best, my mama told me
Tried to show these niggas

metal mash
I put the pedal
To the metal
And laughed
While reflecting on the accomplishments
I had in my bag
They see this farming thing
Is taking off

I'd rather do instead
Let's get this paper lady
Exotic I don't do the reg
I'd rather  pay for Flavies
You know I live life on the edge
Hope I don't

and cuz stay down the street, living different lives
Everyday he on the bus, me, I get a ride
I gave him 30 on the porch, he never went inside
He tell me

I’m trynna hit my prime
I don’t want to be living just getting by
I’m trynna live a better life
Trynna get my mama a better ride
Home is every time I

call, dawn breaks the night sky
Eyes lined by warpaint for bright lights
Night-night, my eyelids are lead weights
Fried as the minds of live kids with

I wanna live, don't know when Imma go
But time ticks, that's why my eyes stick to the road
Can't lose track, if I do that then who knows
Never move

Chardonnay and paper planes take me away
Party through the night just to see the day
With you by my side it's gone be okay
Rolling through the night

Yessir uh oh
Uh ohhhhhhhh haha

Sick with it, six digit's, big engines
Get lots of head like 6 midgets
It’s just the code I live by
Represent

Blaze told me you can't run from them M's
Rah told me you can't run from them M's
They screaming go get it man go get the bag

Always on a money

I live by the code of omerta
Pushing these pounds and I'm stackin this paper
One thing bout greedy that boy been a playa
I got the drop on the opps

WANT YA BAG HER MAN GOT SOME BREAD I CAH TELL BY HER BAG 
 LIKE HAIRCUT SHE LINE HIM UP WATCHIN HIM A LONG TIME HE GRINDIN UP 
I JUST WENT DOWN NOW HIS

feeling like Stella
Gotta run it up by any means, active for that cheddar
I need me a diamond bust down beat, yea no acapella
Sweet tease light ice beeping

Got that bag under the mattress
Stretch that nigga like elastic
Everything I got, I had to go and get it out the mud
Niggas feeling salty so that choppa

high snobbidy
Freakanomics and war policy, dichotomy
That's Heaven and Hades, Tigres and Euphrates
His highness, the apple of the Iris to you ladies

Cookies in a Plastic Bag 
Getting Crushed by Buildings
Pink Cookies in a Plastic Bag 
Getting Crushed by Buildings
Pink Cookies in a Plastic Bag 
Getting

Hai!

Keith Murray

HII

1998

Grand your bound to never shine 

Me and the mics a love affair permanate warfare 

I'd rather die in here then have to live this life in fear 

I

Paper cuts from the money sterilize It 
Straight to the bag get everything Inside 
Bitch too thick ass phat no diet 
Potato no chive silence the barrel

these rappers on Instagram spending 30K on these jets
I daydream about paper plane 'til it hit me right in my chest

Ooh, ooh, bidda-bop-bop
They not

lock jaw
These bitches don't know what I be about
Chasing the paper don't need the clout
I came for the bag hoe

I came for the bag
I came from the back