Sgpwes - Bag lyrics

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Sgpwes - Bag lyrics

[Intro] Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt Yeah, grrra Okay, yeah, yeah, okay Hey, Wesley Haha, okay [Chorus] I get a bag, I get a bag I get a bag, I get a bag I get a bag, I get a bag (Hey) I get a bag, I get a bag then I flip it (Yeah) Shooters on me, [?] a ticket My money taller than a midget (Hey) I spin the block like a fidget I'm busy runnin' up my digits All of my jeans, they be Vivienne Yeah, yeah Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember Yеah, I remember, yеah, I remember Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember (Ugh) Hahaha, yeah, yeah, god [Verse] Yeah, whiplash Hop in that Jag' I'm finna crash, get me a bag b*tch, I'm yo' dad I can't go out bad My b*tch, she bad, hop in that boat I'm finna go, I gotta go I got your ho, she gave me throat Boy you a joke, put that boy on a float Now that boy dead, he on a sled My b*tch go dumb, Eddy and Ed I sip the lean, don't go to bed He mad as fu*k, 'cause I get bread One in the chamber, one in the head Yeah, you get what you get Look at the difference, I get what I want We not the same, 'cause I'm getting these bands Wanted the best so I cut off my friends I miss my ex, but my new b*tch a ten These ni**as fake, boy, I see through the lens He spinned the block, let him try it again She cut me off, so I'm fu*kin' her friend (Chop) Lil Tecca, I did it again I feel like Tecca, we take him for ransom Oh, this your b*tch? She be calling me handsome ni**as be hating on me, they be randoms Hop in the Ghost, my diamonds phantom Call up the gang, call up the mandem He want that b*tch, I already have her You can't kill me, that's the national anthem [Bridge] Yeah, mhm Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah This is like the best EP you ever heard (Haha) [Chorus] I get a bag, I get a bag I get a bag, I get a bag I get a bag, I get a bag (Hey, hey) I get a bag, I get a bag then I flip it (Yeah) Shooters on me, [?] a ticket My money taller than a midget I spin the block like a fidget I'm busy runnin' up my digits All of my jeans, they be Vivienne Yeah, yeah Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember Yeah, I remember, yeah, I remember (Ugh) Hahaha, yeah, yeah, god [Outro] Haha, yeah