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Bài hát i get the bag (feat. migos) do ca sĩ Gucci Mane thuộc thể loại R&b/hip Hop/rap. Tìm loi bai hat i get the bag (feat. migos) - Gucci Mane ngay trên Nhaccuatui. Nghe bài hát I Get The Bag (Feat. Migos) chất lượng cao 320 kbps lossless miễn phí.
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Lời bài hát: I Get The Bag (Feat. Migos)

Lời đăng bởi: fenghui.liu

Scooch, scooch, scooch, scooch Scooch, scooch, scooch, scooch You get the bag and fumble it I get the bag and flip it and tumble it Straight out the lot, 300 cash And the car came with a blunt in it Lil' mama a thot, and she got ass And she gon' * up her bag Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast Droppin' the dope in the stash In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they *** me Drop the top when it's cold, but you feel the heat Be real with me, just be real with me Eat it up like it's a feast, they say the dope on fleek Percocet pill on me, ice on my neck, baby, chill with me Them niggas that * in the back don't say nothin' Them niggas'll kill for me Backings I count in my sleep, on fleek 100K spent on that padded Philly Bitch, I'm a dog in my tree Hop out the frog and leave I put them bricks in the fender My bitch, she walk around like she Kris Jenner I used to break in the ammo Then take off runnin' like the game of Temple It's simple, I play with a mantle Mama say she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel Count it up, cause I'm a money symbol Walkin' with these racks, I'm lookin' crippled * on that bitch, then I temple A nigga for me to take pictures Not from LA, but I clip her Double my cup or a triple Box on my body, no biblical I'm not your average or typical Look at my wrist and it's critical Hold it up, droppin' the temperature I get that bag on the regular I got a bag on my cellular Backin' up, baggin' up vegetables Baggin' up cookies, it's medical Cocaine, codeine, et cetera Cocaine and lean, it's federal I take off landin' on Nebula As announced when the M's on my schedule You get the bag and fumble it I get the bag and flip it and tumble it Straight out the lot, 300 cash And the car came with a blunt in it Lil' mama a thot, and she got ass And she gon' * up her bag Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast Droppin' the dope in the stash In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they *** me Drop the top when it's cold But you feel the heat Be real with me, keep it 100 Just be real with me Eat it up like it's a feast They say the dope on fleek I know these niggas get sick of me These chains on my neck cause I'm ill of peace I don't even like to freestyle for free I put in the key and I ride the beat I don't even come out the house for free I pay a nigga to drive for me Jay-Z couldn't even co-sign for me I do what I want cause I'm signed to me I get the, I get the, I get the bag They get the bag cause they cut it in half Top to Capernaum, y'all makin' me laugh Neither we have, I'm addicted to cash Convertible walk, convertible talk My dope got a vertical, look at it hop Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt And it drop out the pot Came out the jail and went straight to the top Take it easy, baby Middle of summer, I'm freezin', baby Don't leave me, baby Just drop to your knees and please me, baby I'm fascinated Two bitches so fine that I masturbated Congratulations She bring me so good that I graduated They had to hate it I don't * with them niggas, they plastic, baby A trapper, baby I rock what I own, I'm my master's, baby It's tragic, baby I pull up and * up the traffic, baby A savage, baby I'm killin' these niggas, coke can, she get baby You get the bag and fumble it I get the bag and flip it and tumble it Straight off the lot, 300 cash And the car came with a blunt in it Lil' mama a thot, and she got ass And she gon' * up her bag Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast Droppin' the dope in the stash In Italy, got two foreign hoes, they *** me Drop the top when it's cold, but you feel the heat Be real with me, keep it 100 Just be real with me Eat it up like it's a feast They say the dope gon' fleek Thanks for watching!

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