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that bag then I burn rubber

Imma real boss nigga I'll flex on anybody
I ain't pop out to trip but I'm trippin with anybody
If that's my bitch she ain't

run
Yeah, we got people to burn
(We're gonna cash out. Bag it up)
Oh, we gotta hide now
Can't help us down
Counting bags and stacks. I'm tired
We'll

shit
What you think that I forgot
Aye they Better ask Dwayne
I got the choppa in the spot
Pallets on the floor
Burn marks On the couch
Still bag a 10

you think what are you doing to the world?
Burn, burn, burn
If you really don’t care then burn it down

What have you done? You bought the plastic bag

what you saying I ain't no Wayans aint no actor
448 in the bag let the pack burn

will burn September down

A little blue bag with the bones of baby dolls
Hidden back behind your mirror
(What do you see when you're here)
If I ever go

turn, and let those bridges burn!
So I packed my bag and I'm running off,
leave it all behind, my family, my love,
down another street, take another turn

reach
Where the fuck am I? This isn't Pismo Beach
I took a wrong turn, I'm finna get on Stern
Workin' with a group of doobies shame on the bong burn

the bag all distractions gotta burn
You thought that I was down silly boy you think you tuff
Kool Kidd wanted in this banger I told him we up
Shoutout

Cigarette burns on my tricep
Bitch got the white trash mindset
She from the east end yeah she’ll fuck over a friend
For a motherfucking dime bag

I mean
Any wish way, I don't bloody care
We going to grind for the money bags

Watch out while  my paper stacks
huh
Ego nor get holiday
Ogbeni owo

boots descend through cataract eyes)2x
Under mattresses they hide
This sun still burns their eyes
Garbage bag cardboard coffin
Newspaper epitaphs remember

reaching for a bag to burn
Boiling in a pot that you had to stir
Imma hit the gas and skrrt
Listen to my last of words
Lifting myself higher
Desire the life

you go out real quiet
It makes me so mad
I'm out here tryna get my bag 
I make it look easy
But it aint easy
I been in between
And had a lot of grey

Runnin' out of Bud

Eightball & MJG

Ridin High

2007

better take it slow
Seen it befo', I'ma be gettin this bitch up off the flo'
Burn it all til' the whole bag empty
Now err'body gone, ain't nobody here

drink beer, get my mind clear
Talking tough, I'm talking back, I've heard it all, and I'm sick of that
I'ma pass, toss your raps in a trash bag, light

the past!
Only lessons to be grasped!
Finding the freedom at last!
Worries and peace, seen it clash!
Stability made a path!
A different breed in my bag!
Had

else to prove yeah

WWW that's my attitude 
My s**t drips and burn like chemicals 
Where that's bag I need my revenue 
Get my share I can't miss no

In another life
I'll sail the jello ocean tides
Of normal walks and flatline talks
I'll watch the paper boats go by
When the time is right
We'll burn

Practicing some lyricism to some simple rap beats

I'm takin' off 
Not lookin' back
Keep a strap in the Gucci bag
Gotta dash
Burn the gas
Liftin' off and I

Pretty little bitch tryna lay me up
Got the pretty boy swag
And my pay went up
Yea i brought the whole bag
We can burn that shit
Declining all the calls

on the shore
Bones decaying in that bag 
Had to burn that fucking rag
Had to murder that old hag 

Suicide never leaves my mind 
Am I going to die 
I just wanna

Million bucks 
And your man think I'm sweet but I'm still at 0 Fucks 
Got no trust 
Play no games 
Love or lust 
Pick your lane 
Burn that dough 
Get ah Bag

sociopathic I don't like you 
I don't need a bitch would rather go and kill a bitch
Bag the body burn it up don't play with people bitch
I don't play, glitch