Lyrics:
Yeah, uh
Griselda
Brr, brr, uh
Look, play my position, in the kitchen, I'm workin'
Whip it, baggin' half in fifties, hit the strip and I serve
that raised by your granny, pistols and Now & Laters
Your pops was way too busy, missin' your mom's labor
Grew up just like your daddy
To baggin
fights with box cutters (wheel)
Alcoholics, narcotics, organized
Families sleep from a gas stove, burned alive
They baggin' up drugs with plastic gloves
kick
Spit fly shit as if I was baggin' a new chick
Instead of bitin' mines, it be best you bite on the chew stick
Funny how niggas be tryin' to do shit
after us, my nigga with me laughin' (yeah)
He clutchin' his gold Lazarus, made it home and he baggin' up (what up?)
I'm just a lil' nigga smokin' weed
me, pray the cocaine Gods save me
My chinchilla got rabies, they wan' raid me (they do)
Baggin' up four and the baby (we used to be good friends
on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the Station Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my house in old Nikes
Pops used to tell me: "Son,
to,
On my way to school 10.000 in my FUBU,
Lunchtime I was sellin' behind the bungalows,
Baggin' up rocks the size of melons,
That's when the fiends
some lil' niggaz they can have it
Coke baggin' and toe-taggin'
They took Will, let me describe him, a live one
I think that he was the true 'God's
and cusses with no shame
And her ex-man had her baggin' up cocaine but she
Yea, yea she love it over here
Its just yea, yea she love it over here
But my
at
If she a dime baby moms, know we baggin' that
Smack em with the gat (what) react that
Eh yo this ones for all my m o b b
And my out of state
What about the plastic bag ladies
Let it go let it go let it go let it go
And my baby baggin' mommas
Lets go let it go lets go let it go
All my
with a Uzi
Shit be static, yeah, you gotta pick a side
Knockin' Mary J. Blige, baggin' dimes, still surprised
I don't really need advise 'cause she
a cactus, these hoes is actess, I'm marry magdilan,
Ya I'm body baggin, no more relaxin, I'm biten necks full moon eclipse.
[Chorus]
Do you believe in
the Ripper (me like the Ripper)
Uh, I am a hustler, I can sell water to Flipper (sell water to Flipper)
Uh, I know they tea baggin', bitches is testy
Get
on
And get on and shit on niggas
Do it to 'em D-O-double, right on nigga
I'm saggin' it, baggin' it, slangin' dubs
You motherfuckers think The Wash is all
(two), then it's church (church)
Broke down my bells, you were right there baggin' my bags up (bag it up)
Some red bottoms for you like it's a dozen
I'm baggin up mo'
Til' my lil cousin told me dat my p.o. at da doe
Ain't dis boutta bitch
Hit da corner burnin
Curfews at 9 n its only 7:30
So now
Jewelry shining, I stay stuntin'
That's why these niggas can't stand 'em
I'm a chick magnet
And anything fine, I'm baggin it
And if she got a man, I
touch her toes with it
(Burrr) Rubber bands now
(Burrr) Money floatin' up
(Burrr) Money floatin' down
(Burrr) Bitches baggin' up
(Burrr) Half a million
Steve Nash
The Llama in the truck baby mama baggin' up
Got Bonita in the cut
So these fiends callin' up
When you hear that (gun cocking)
Nigga, it's
eatin' swordfish
With your bitch, watchin' Swordfish
Niggas can't ignore this
You can't afford this - extravagant shit
We Louie Gucci Birkin baggin' this
Wi-Fi codе phone, baggin' still
You don't even need that 'cause
After I break ya back
Only thing you worried 'bout's
What I'm playing next
You impressed
rappers sadden
Cause I madden, I have been
Suckers wish they hadn't
I'm baggin' the bitches grabbin'
My pockets - fatten
Like Madden, then I just lamp like
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