BAG - Tinactin lyrics

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BAG - Tinactin lyrics

[Verse 1: Prestige] Check, them BAG halfway crooks leave the books for the nerds The twerks for the girls, and the straps for the black n***as The takeover for the bag reppers Smoke hash with cash handed down from the parent The father of your flow, yeah bro I know it's apparent, I see you starin' Diamonds glarin' like the motherf**ing sun, n***a We son n***as with flows similar to the ocean Cops patrollin' while we roll the potent Even though we the dopest [Verse 2: Mylon Moore] So tell me, what's the effect of wearing Kaws? Original Fake broads with no flaws drop their drawers Pour another shot cause the Ciroc is wearing off She working from the head onto the shaft like lacrosse Wait, pause, now resume it, the music just influence me I'm Mylon but they call me Skip like truancy Alcohol is new to me truthfully I'm a loser But I spit fluently because we turning like a mutiny [Verse 3: Prestige] I never knew she'd be addicted to what the dick did Penetrated by the blade and was cut, like slit wrist We get dough, Joe, no sensei Don't trip off what a b**h say we get money three ways That leads to foreplay, got five b**hes, six jays Call it a lucky seven day, beat it like eight times k**ed the p**y, had nine live, only f** with dimes And that won't change like coins, boy [Verse 4: Mylon Moore] Brutally k**ing sh**, please deliver it a eulogy Drunk, but I still know my limits, discontinuity That's pre-calc, b**h n***as, black belt swish splitter Rolling up the piff, take a hit and then you lift, n***a Pa** the light, spliff bigger than Justice's appetite Trying to find a ho to s** my dick because my rapping's tight If the a** is nice, speaking on behalf of bag tonight Your uvulas a sacrifice cause you look like the gagging type [Verse 5: Prestige] Young Mike Lowry I am legend, I am reverend Spitting these lyrical verses till you get the message Oh, it's in this bottle, shut up now swallow Your head a little hollow, oh damn you must be a model We run deep in a Tahoe, it's them BAG warriors Come out and play ho, she can kick it like Ronaldinho As long as my balls goal in your mouth, or down south [Verse 6: Mylon Moore] b**h The action faction with no captain Taking rap axes, slashing whack ba*tards Tough acting like Tinactin But remain distracted by the phattest Latin a**es It's Mr. Sarcastic throw bag on a black raglan We pa**in' twenty jays full of loud cause we rack it And stash the remaining gra** in the back of a black cla**ic As far as rapping, I guess we're adding all the catalysts Subtracting all the f*ggots and extracting all the has-beens Or never-will-bes