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"Slip out of that sad sack Step into some glad rags It's been giving me a bad back To lift you out of your mad jags" That's what they say say say
always looking for a score Sag my pants 'til my sack bulge out my shorts like my 4-4 Showed up blacked-out to class, I was that kid always laying
I'll sack it out Fuck it I'll break this shit right down Since they been asking bout it? Married to the streets won't chase no hoe And you can ask about
proceeds And most scream fuck 12 until they cop that plea But this that bag talk, brodie got that sack walk Out of the oppression grew a rose from
All out Got the sack now Cause I blitzed you niggas Wanna start with me Sub out I justed benched a nigga Goofies wanna smut my name But they can't Could
the can, but we still hittin' licks I get to the green, nigga, I'ma sack Chaser When I pop out, niggas get gone like a racer Brand new Glock, finna go get
with the sack then his back getting blewed out All the city bitches in the hood getting flewed out Give me top when a nigga bring the blues out I just
out Now wind it up, while I grind it up Like a 20 sack, and roll it out You can go anywhere in the world And you know that they know about me I
the sack, for the chef's out there waiting for us. Goodbye boys, gida, gida, gida.
the sack, for the chef's out there waiting for us. Goodbye boys, gida, gida, gida.
(Do you hear that?) Got big bands, hundreds stacks Fuck a bitch, gon' hold me back Zev done had to bless the track Hop up off my nuts and sack Guns
football Now I be hoopin' and somehow I still get a sack Shout out to Ricky, he runnin' it back Don't like Mickey Mouse cause I don't mess with rats Dame in
the splat, ran out with a sack ya Click clack, now we rid of rats If that bitch bad, then that chick is Mak's I can't slip or slack, imma get the racks Want my
Unapologetically myself Underneath a meat sack of dying health Running out of time not much to be said If there really is a king then off with his head
bitch Quick to hop out with that stick Rude put 30 on his glick I can't go out like no sack Glock with 50 and that switch like that bitch straight from
to tha plug Snatch them sacks Was out in a dash No time to blow shrubs It's back to tha pad Before tha lady gets mad Toss tha pack in tha back Of tha rusty
a sack I arent worried about shit cuz Im playing with a sack Cooling in the trap just playing with my strap Watching out for feds I arent tryna get
sack I gotta see a stack I flip that sack I gotta see a rack I flip that sack I gotta see a stack I flip that sack I gotta see a rack I flip that sack I
of the panic-struck driver Who's racing to the delivery room 'Cause in the back seat his wife is busting out of her womb And the sack breaks and out come
back I had only a few things Two hundred dollars And my records in a brown paper sack I ran out on Sheila Everything's in storage Calvin's right
the sack, for the chef's out there waiting for us. Goodbye boys, gida, gida, gida.
just work at Payless When my friends come around that's where the trouble at Told em cool off right now let's get the money sack Shouts out to Shaq
looking back My glow up stripped down like a heart attack My flow may be outta whack but nobody do it like I do so y'all can just lick a sack Built out in
New York Wanna work it out Now I'm feeling 2 up Now my sack is out ey What the fuck is true love? Building up portfolios Now my mind on new hoes I ain't
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