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I Get The Bag Freestyle

Young M.A.

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Uh this what we doin'  Aight but I gotta get cocky on this one I gotta get a lil' bacchi on this one, yup  Uh uh, you get the bag and fumble it I get the bag and flip it and tumble it Car came with a slut in it Then I made the bitch cum in it Double cupping it, no lean just the red punch with the rum in it Silky on, fresh white tee with the constructs on thugging it The block hot so I'm tucking it Glizzy came with a drum in it Treat my nina like my old hoe start acting up and I'm dumping it I don't really play the scenes Like ad I'm in the cut with it Louis bag with the hunnits' in it Quarter million in it had to stuff it in it  Wake and bake in the oven with it If it ain't skunkin I ain't fucking with it White cars with the black rims But the inside peanut butter with it Still gutter with it Still red colors with it Still blood for my brother with it Benz truck put my mother in it These checks keep on repeating  My bank account got a stutter in it Bitch nigga I'm eating Treat the pussy like a plumber nigga Put my plunger in it she screaming Kickin hoes out the hotel Like a punter with it they schemin' Not stupid or a sucker nigga Hoes wanna come up I peep it Young nigga from the concrete Now I'm seeing palm trees Tryna' get a double R on my car keys and on the car seats Pocket full of parsley Glock in arm reach can't harm me Mix the jungle juice with the Jamba Juice now I'm feeling saucy  Feeling like the old me can't hold me In the hood still moving Dolie If you ain't gang gang can't bro me Can't say you love me gotta show me She said it's hard to communicate 'Cause I only send emojis I don't show no emotions Can't let you know me (uh) Swag dripping nose bleed (uh) Gave away my rollies ( uh) They was getting old to me (uh) I know that was bold of me (uh) Niggas ain't as cold as me (uh) Shorty got a whole nigga, but she in the club poking me (uh) Tryna' get a hold of me (uh) I should take her in the bathroom But that would be the hoe in me (uh)  Ass looking like a baboon Man f*ck it bring the hoe with me (uh) Covered up with tattoos (uh) It compliment the Polo tees (uh) If them haters got a attitude Hit em with shoulder lean (uh) Milly rockin through the bad vibes Time is money And if it ain't about the money I don't have time (man) That slowed me down the last time (damn) So I made that the last time Now its stack rack time (uh) Prolly been a wavy nigga Like back back in my past time  All these funny looking niggas rapping And they ain't really saying shit And I won't say I hate the shit I just won't play the shit Still the queen out the brook My crown still fit me right Still in the streets like a city bike Still posted like a city light  Had to get my pennies right Had to change my diet up just to get me right I remember plenty nights Living that henny life never did me right Now it's more like plenty life Can't settle down got a busy life I already know what that kitty like I'm just tryna' see what that Bentley like Cut a lot of niggas off I bet they talk about me F*ck what you think and f*ck what you thought Better off without me I'm better off with less than more around me Fake nigga walk around me Never had security no cops never had the law around me Prolly me and three niggas I just gotta keep killing Getting wins outta loses Gotta keep Meek Millin' We living we billin' Fat blunts weed spilling I invested in the weed business 'Cause I'm just tryna see millions In the stu cooking up, cooking up Had to put my feet in it When life threw me lemons I made lemon squeeze with it No I don't need women I don't know how I could keep women I think I'm a good nigga But I guess they see different Can't get a girl pregnant So I made my pockets pregnant Money calling 9/11 Got seven figures but I can't stop at seven Naw man gotta get it Getting guap till I die Still get the guap in heaven Cause me and god we connected And we got a great connection (uh) Praying with my pistol on me (uh) But that's just for my my protection (uh) Hennessy was my obsession (uh) Just to get through my depression (uh) That was kinda my confessions (uh) We need more spittas Less funny looking niggas That's just my suggestion

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Written by: Joshua Luellen, Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Ball, Leland Tyler Wayne, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Radric Delante Davis

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