| Yuh
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| Catch a broke bitch throwin' that shade, put the fire in her face
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| Now I caught a bitch sunny
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| Nah, these hoes ain’t get no money
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| My bitches come through, we’ll leave a bitch runnin'
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| Bitch, I’m gunnin', hoe show me my opponent
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| I count that bag with my feet up
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| I’m beating the beat up
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| Make yo' nigga eat up
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| Me havin' money, we havin' a threesome
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| His bitch out of line, call me the wife-beater
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| I’m in the trap with the pack and the heater
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| These bitches, they followin' me like the leader
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| He love on me 'cause he know I don’t need him
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| This that bag talkin', put your lil' money up
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| Bitches ain’t talkin' 'bout shit
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| I got a brick sittin' on my wrist
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| 'Cause your lil' money just drip like this
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| This that bag talkin', put your lil' money up
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| Bitches ain’t talkin' 'bout shit
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| I got a brick sittin' on my wrist
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| 'Cause your lil' money just drip like this
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| (This that…)
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| I rock Dior with a Dickie
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| Bitch, I’m a slut, I get filthy
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| Hide this bitch out in my city
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| These bitches, they ain’t fucking wit' me
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| I need them racks like I’m 50
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| I got that power, I bring out the stars
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| I make bitches rap, gotta bring out the bars
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| Exposin' these bitches, they cappin' in they rap
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| If I catch every nigga, I’m pullin' they cars
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| He take you on a date and he took me to the bank
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| I could do everything a broke hoe can’t
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| Yeah, they see me everywhere a broke hoe ain’t
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| Put that red on your hair, you gon' watch a bitch paint
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| Kyrie with the switch-up
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| These niggas can’t keep up, I’m breakin' them down to the socks
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| Everything litty, he likes when it’s hot
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| He need a milli' to get in this box
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| My dealer’s big business, I ain’t got no feelings
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| You shoot off, you get off the pot
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| Them hunnids, he feelin' em, bag for a villain
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| I’m taking him for what he got
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| I’ma re-up, and flip it, and stack it, and stack it
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| You 'bout it, I make that shit happen
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| Showed him the real, now he hate a bitch cappin'
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| And I walk in the room and the bitches start clappin'
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| This that bag talkin', put your lil' money up
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| Bitches ain’t talkin' 'bout shit
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| I got a brick sittin' on my wrist
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| 'Cause your lil' money just drip like this
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| This that bag talkin', put your lil' money up
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| Bitches ain’t talkin' 'bout shit
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| I got a brick sittin' on my wrist
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| 'Cause your lil' money just drip like this
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| (It's that…) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bag Talk , by - Renni Rucci. Song from the album QuickTape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп