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lirik lagu gucci mane - i get the bag

[intro: gucci mane]
southside
hah, it’s gucci!
it’s drop top, wizop, hoo! skrr
if young metro don’t trust you i’m gon shoot you

[chorus: quavo]
yeah!
you get the bag and fumble it, i get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got -ss, and she gon’ f-ck up a bag (ye)
pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
in italy, got two foreign hoes, they dm me (brrr!)
drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
eat it up like it’s a feast (eat it up), they say the dope on fleek (yeah!)

[verse 1: takeoff]
percocet pill on me, ice on my neck baby chill with me (ice!)
them n-gg-s that flex in the back don’t say nothin them n-gg-s will k!ll for me
backends i got ’em asleep, on fleek
100k spent on a patek phillippe (phillippe!)
b-tch i’m a dog, give my treat
hop out the frog and leap (leap!)
i put them bricks in the phantom, my b-tch she walk around like she kris jenner
i used to break and then enter
then takeoff run ’em like the game of temple
it’s simple, i play with the mental
momma said she saw me on jimmy kimmel (mama!)
canada ’cause i’m a money symbol
walking with the racks i’m looking crippled (money!)
f-ck on that b-tch then i tip her (tip her!)
a nickel for me to take pictures (nickel!)
not from l.a. but i clip her (brrr!)
double my cup, pour a triple
fox on my body, no vivica (fox on my)
i’m not your average or typical (i’m not your)
look at my wrist and it’s critical (look at the)
hold it up, droppin’ the temperature (droppin’ the)
i get that bag on the regular (bag!)
i got a bag on my cellular (brrr!)
backing up, bagging up vegetables
baggin’ up cookies, it’s medical (cookies!)
cocaine, codeine, et cetera
cocaine and lean, it’s federal
i take off, landin’ on nebula
[?] 20 m’s on my schedule
(takeoff!)

[chorus: quavo]
you get the bag and fumble it, i get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got -ss, and she gon’ f-ck up a bag (ye)
pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
in italy, got two foreign hoes, they dm me (brrr!)
drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
(it’s gucci!)
eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek

[verse 2: gucci mane]
i know that you n-gg-s gettin’ sick of me
these chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece
i won’t even like to freestyle for free
i put in the key and i ride the beat
i won’t even come out the house for free
i pay a n-gg- to drive for me
jay-z couldn’t even co-sign for me
i do what i want ‘cause i’m signed to me
i get the-i get the-i get the bag
they get the bag, had to cut it in half
stop the comparing, y’all makin’ me laugh
need the rehab, i’m addicted to cash
convertible wop, convertible top
my dope got a vertical, look at it hop (skrrt-skkrt-skkrt)
and it jump out the pot came out of jail and went straight to the top
take it easy baby
middle of summer i’m freezin’ baby
don’t leave me baby just drop to your knees and please me baby
i’m fascinated two b-tches so fine that i m-st-rb-t-d
congratulations, she bring me so good that i graduated
they had to hate it
i don’t f-ck with them n-gg-s they plastic baby
i trap a baby, i rap but own all my masters baby
it’s tragic baby, i pull up and f-ck up the traffic baby
i’m savage baby, i’m k!llin’ these n-gg-s closed casket baby

[chorus: quavo]
you get the bag and fumble it, i get the bag and flip it and tumble it (ye)
straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash!), and the car came with a blunt in it (ye)
lil mama a thot (thot!), and she got -ss, and she gon’ f-ck up a bag (ye)
pull up to the spot, living too fast, droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeee-ah)
in italy, got two foreign hoes, they dm me (brrr!)
drop the top (drop top), when it’s cold but you feel the heat (skrrt)
be real with me, keep it 100, just be real with me, aye
eat it up like it’s a feast, they say the dope on fleek, yeah!

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