| Run up the cash already
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| I need the bag already
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| Fuck up the raps till I’m zooming
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| Straight to the racks and the money (to the motherfuckin' racks)
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| Run up the cash already
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| I need the bag already
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| Turn on the flash and illuminate the bag
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| And I be on one
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| Them bags is never close for comfort (yeah yeah)
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| I need it bad, I need some commas
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| Shit I can’t pass up on another
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| Boy don’t be acting like my friends that’s that mulah
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| Run up the bag already
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| Cash the vocabulary
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| Them hoes see me working hard
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| They attracted to me
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| Don’t gotta run from no ass and titties
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| Lord knows how I get it
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| Free throws and a tinted
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| Imma reload till I’m finished
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| Everywhere that we go
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| Baby bend it backwards for me
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| I give it to her, she give it right back on to me
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| I need d’usse, on my low days
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| Been working man, there’s no play
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| Run from my broke days
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| «This for the rest of ya»
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| Pimping ain’t easy, but it sure is fun
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| Can’t fuck with a real one
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| Your my sons
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| They see me drop sweat
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| They say «Are we done»
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| But Bag season just begun
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| Motherfucker gone get ya' some
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| Run up the cash already
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| I need the bag already
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| Fuck up the raps till I’m zooming
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| Straight to the racks and the money (to the motherfuckin' racks)
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| Run up the cash already
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| I need the bag already
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| Turn on the flash and illuminate the bag
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| And I be on one
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| Them bags is never close for comfort (run it, sack it, get it)
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| I need it bad, I need some commas
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| Shit I can’t pass up on another
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| Boy don’t be acting like my friends that’s that mulah
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| See me workin' hard I’m still feeling like a ya’ll
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| But the feeling all gone when the place go dumb (yeah yeah yeah)
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| Being on the moon everybody want a little something want a little something but
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| do they show up (fuck 'em yeah yeah)
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| Know that I’m gifted
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| Know that shit scripted
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| Know that I used to be counting my digits on a couple of fingers
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| Shoutout to Richard
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| Had to spend some G’s
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| On the spot in NYZ
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| Where I can cook up all I need
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| Make some M’s and rest in peace
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| Can a youngin just
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| Run up the cash already
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| I need the bag already
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| Fuck up the raps till I’m zooming
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| Straight to the racks and the money (to the motherfuckin' racks now)
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| Run up the cash already
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| I need the bag already
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| Turn on the flash and illuminate the bag
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| And I be on one
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| Them bags is never close for comfort
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| I need it bad, I need some commas
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| Shit I can’t pass up on another
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| Boy don’t be acting like my friends that’s that mulah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bag Season , by - Felly. Song from the album Wild Strawberries, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп