| Hah
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| It’s Gucci
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| Drop Top
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| Wizop
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| Hoo (Skrrt)
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| Yuh (Skrrt)
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| Ayy (Go)
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| You get the bag and fumble it
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| I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (Yeah)
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| Straight out the lot, three hundred cash (Cash)
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| And a car came with a blunt in it (Yeah)
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| Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (Thot)
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| And she gon' fuck up a bag (Yeah)
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| Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (Yeah)
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| Droppin' the dope in the stash (Yah)
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| In Italy
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| Got two foreign hoes, they DM me (Brr, ayy)
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| Drop the top when it’s cold (Drop top)
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| But you feel the heat (Skrrt, yah, ayy)
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| Be real with me, keep it one hundred (Whoa)
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| Just be real with me (Ayy)
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| Eat it up like it’s a feast (Eat it up)
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| They say the dope on fleek (Yep)
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| Percocet pill on me (Percocet)
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| Ice on my neck, baby, chill with me (Ice)
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| Them niggas that flex in the back don’t say nothin'
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| Them niggas will kill for me
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| Back ends I count 'em asleep, on fleek
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| Hundred K spent on a Patek Phillippe (Phillippe)
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| Bitch, I’m a dog, you’re my treat (Hrr)
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| Hop out the frog and leap (Leap)
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| I put them bricks in the fender
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| My bitch, she walk around like she Kris Jenner (Kris Jenner)
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| I used to break and then enter
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| Then Takeoff run 'em like the game of temple (Whew)
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| It’s simple, I play with the mental
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| Momma said she saw me on Jimmy Kimmel (Mama)
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| Canada, cause I’m a money symbol
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| Walkin' with the racks, I’m lookin' crippled (Money)
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| Fuck on that bitch then I tip her (Tip her)
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| A nickel for me to take pictures (Nickel)
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| Not from L.A. but I clip her (Brr)
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| Double my cup, pour a triple (Actavis)
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| Fox on my body, no Vivica (Fox on my)
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| I’m not your average or typical (I'm not your)
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| Look at my wrist and it’s critical (Look at the)
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| Hold it up, droppin' the temperature (Droppin' the)
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| I get that bag on the regular (Bag)
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| I got a bag on my cellular (Brr)
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| Backin' up, baggin' up vegetables (Bag)
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| Baggin' up cookies, it’s medical (Cookies)
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| Cocaine, codeine, et cetera (White)
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| Cocaine and lean, it’s federal (White)
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| I take off, landin' on Nebula
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| As of now twenty M’s on my schedule (Takeoff)
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| You get the bag and fumble it
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| I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (Yeah)
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| Straight out the lot, three hundred cash (Cash)
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| And a car came with a blunt in it (Yeah)
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| Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (Thot)
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| And she gon' fuck up a bag (Yeah)
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| Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (Yeah)
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| Droppin' the dope in the stash (Yah)
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| In Italy
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| Got two foreign hoes, they DM me (Brr, ayy)
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| Drop the top when it’s cold (Drop top)
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| But you feel the heat (Skrrt, yah, ayy)
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| Be real with me, keep it one hundred (Whoa)
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| Just be real with me (It's Gucci, ayy)
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| Eat it up like it’s a feast (Hah, eat it up)
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| They say the dope on fleek (Yep)
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| I know that these niggas gettin' sick of me
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| These chains on my neck cost a mil' a piece
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| I won’t even like to freestyle for free
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| I put in the key and I ride the beat
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| I won’t even come out the house for free
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| I pay a nigga to drive for me
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| JAY-Z couldn’t even co-sign for me
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| I do what I want, cause I’m signed to me (Damn)
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| I get the, I get the, I get the bag
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| They get the bag, had to cut it in half
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| Stop the comparin', y’all makin' me laugh
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| Need the rehab, I’m addicted to cash (Gucci)
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| Convertible Wop, convertible top
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| My dope got a vertical, look at it hop
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| Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, and it jump out the pot
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| Came out of jail and went straight to the top
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| Take it easy, baby
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| Middle of summer, I’m freezin', baby
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| Don’t leave me, baby
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| Just drop to your knees and please me, baby
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| I’m fascinated
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| Two bitches so fine that I masturbated
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| Congratulations
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| She brain me so good that I graduated (Wow)
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| They had to hate it
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| I don’t fuck with them niggas, they plastic, baby
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| I trap a baby
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| I rap but I own all of my masters, baby
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| It’s tragic, baby
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| I pull up and fuck up the traffic, baby
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| A savage, baby
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| I’m killin' these niggas, closed casket, baby
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| You get the bag and fumble it
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| I get the bag and flip it and tumble it (Yeah)
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| Straight out the lot, three hundred cash (Cash)
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| And a car came with a blunt in it (Yeah)
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| Lil mama a thot, and she got ass (Thot)
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| And she gon' fuck up a bag (Yeah)
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| Pull up to the spot, livin' too fast (Yeah)
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| Droppin' the dope in the stash (Yah)
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| In Italy
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| Got two foreign hoes, they DM me (Brr, ayy)
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| Drop the top when it’s cold (Drop top)
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| But you feel the heat (Skrrt, yah, ayy)
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| Be real with me, keep it one hundred (Whoa)
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| Just be real with me (Ayy)
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| Eat it up like it’s a feast (Eat it up)
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| They say the dope on fleek (Yep) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Get the Bag , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Trap God Classics: I Am My Only Competition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп