Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 200 Bags , by - Grim Sickers. Release date: 24.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
200 Bags |
| Yeah, I was in the trap, chilling with hoes |
| One named Miley, one named Cyrus |
| One named Amber, one named Rose |
| 200 bags all up in her nose |
| I was in the yard chilling with slags |
| One named Patsy, one named Maxi |
| One named Kirsty, one named Kat |
| 200 bags all over the racks |
| I was in the pub chilling with lads |
| One named Peter, one named Pat |
| One named Michael, one named Max |
| 200 bags fell on my lap |
| I was in the rave, chilling with dons |
| One named Myth, one named Tom |
| One named Ghost, one named Writer |
| 200 bags all over the song |
| I was on the curb chilling with nerds |
| One named Simon, one named Kirk |
| One named Alex, one named Ferg |
| 200 bags, made 200 birds |
| I was in the whip, chilling with stars |
| One named Jack, one named Mason |
| One named Rapture, one named Kahn |
| 200 bags came in from far |
| I was in the lab chilling with Gs |
| One named Cheddar, one named Cheese |
| One named Hundred, one named Kis |
| 200 bags all under my sleeve |
| I was in the ends chilling with friends |
| One named Roma, one named Ben |
| One named ACE, one named Jen |
| 200 bags, put it out in tens |
| Yeah, you’re fucking mad |
| Anything I spray is a hundred Zs |
| Nah, anything I spray is a hundred bags |
| Put some serious work on your dad |
| Yeah, juggling racks |
| Don’t make sense if you don’t get it back |
| Anything I say is 100 kis |
| Double up quick, get 100 back |
| 1p don with his 1p flows |
| His apple will burst when I grip his throat |
| Doctor or nurse, cut him out of his clothes |
| If I send man’s soul to a fucking ghost |
| Turn the whole ting Raoul fucking Moat |
| One for the flow passed on by the spirits |
| Two for the aura passed on by the wizards |
| Don’t fidget, I’m livid, I’ll take it, I’ll flick it, I’ll twist it |
| Don’t gimmick, I’m wicked, I’ll stick it, you’re finished, off-limits in minutes |
| Spin man around ten times in a row |
| Spin man around like Kylie Minogue |
| Where did he come from? |
| Where did he go? |
| Man turn the whole ting into Cotton Eyed Joe |
| Can’t take Grim for a likkle man yout |
| Now I’ve got body parts all in my car boot |
| Car stinking of Febreze won’t do |
| At this rate, need a new car soon |
| Turn the whole ting Floyd/Manny part two |
| Shut the fuck up, who the fuck asked you? |
| Kick him on the floor, man, till he can’t move |
| I’m moving loose like Bishop in Juice |
| Best mind what you get yourself deep into |
| Taxi, swerving, backstreet, casually, actually |
| Might wanna win like Belasie |
| Serve and tan, got snitched by a fassy |
| Couldn’t make it any more clearer |
| Chop man out with the shards of a mirror |
| Back off, don’t come one step nearer |
| Put four in your back like Viera |
| Fuck that, put nine in his back like Shearer |
| Catch him at the wheel, blood soaking interior |
| Yeah, juggling racks |
| Don’t make sense if you don’t get it back |
| Anything I say is 100 kis |
| Double up quick, get 100 back |
| Yeah, you’re fucking mad |
| Anything I spray is a hundred Zs |
| Nah, anything I spray is a hundred bags |
| Put some serious work on your dad |