Lyrics:
Pouring paint down through the floorboards, salt the wound
Stuff the leper in an old brown paper bag
You're shaking down the wrong tree's burnin from both
This is a loud beat
The shit that you doing i did it it's old
Before they touch down them bags already sold
My block be hot better stop drop and roll
on the move I can handle it
I prefer cash
Old school nigga shove that shit inside a bag
Old school whippin '06 down the ave
I'ma lose the roof
Let the bird
slips down
I'm flying!
back home I collected some rags
I snuck them out of my ma's old clothes bags
Bucket of water
And a squirt of soap
My bicycle's
clan don't have to act wild
That shit is jive, an old sleeping bag profile
The soft comedian rap shit ain't the rough witty
On the reel to reel it wasn't
the past in the back
Girl thats old news
Packing a bag just to roll through
Packing a bag just to hold you
Act like that's something i wont do
Act like
windshield
Outside of the motel
Is in the pocket of my old gig bag
From back when life was more soft shelled
Letters littered with little lewd pictures
Look out you old money bags businessman
You gotta prove you're a millionaire
They search for your thoughts and
They measure your hair
They say its
Someone burned his schoolhouse down
And he's blinking in the sun
He's drying something in the sun
Ha! It's an old tea bag!
Now he rolls it up
Look! He
I'm driving down the highway
Headed to the range
Gonna knock 'em out stong
But I'm feeling no pain
Got an old brown bag
Big stick in
Mad at me cause you can't ass niggas
Yeah my bag pretty old but my same bag bigger
You thought I took a loss until I came back winning cause I'm
Tryna
Carrying old dreams in a bag full of dirt
Fearing the old man as she blows the dust
Seven times forward, seven times back
Seven times forward, seven times
the hero in you
For a dime
You're a death 'n' glory boy
You'd better pack up your troubles
In your old kit bag
Say goodbye to your mother
She's
I'll come back when no comeback needed
Man like lil' Jo, ab squeezing
Prolly smoke more I'm leaning
8 year old's blow bags breathing
Nowadays cognac
(old)
Let's bag up this product And go take a road trip (skrrt)
Pull me over I don't know shit (nothin')
You can see me, I got no tint
I saw it change
Pack up your old guitar cowboy roll up your old sleepin' bag
It's time you got to movin' cause your life is startin' to drag
You ain't leavin'
gon' come around
This old stain can't show now
That old life be bygone now
Bag on bag yea we hustling now
I'm hoping one day you remember me
In your
Nicholas
Keep that bag of his
He can cross me off that nice and naughty list
Cause from now till forever
All I need is your sweet
Christmas kiss
So tell old
lane, no name
Shorty want a text back
I'm really in my bag right now
My old friends mad, getting lost in the crowd
I'm really living fast right now
In my
I want it I'm copping yeah
I just got a rack
I got that bag in (Yeah,Yeah)
Old school whip with my new new
Yeah what you tryna do
Pull up in a coup
strapped stacking em bags yeah smashing your old lady
smoking on what you call it yeah yeah woah
Alexander McQueen,
I just Dior my feet
We be shootin em
This bitch go hard
This aint my first time around the tracks
I built go karts
Young nigga shit
You niggas old farts
Bag just touched
It was whole
How you say you rich boa you ain't ever touched a bag once
Old shorty tripping cut her off now she a mad one
I like the new one more she do it better
to wake my ass up, i ain't have no time to keep on clicking snooze
I got off my ass, i told you
New bitch bad don't miss the old you
For that bag did what
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