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lirik lagu onfully - that bag touch

[intro]
you know what the f~ck goin’ on through this b~tch, n~gga
free the guys, rip the guys
shee, shee, shee

[verse 1]
never leave that money at the crib, call it home alone (n~gga)
can’t smack the meat out your brain on provolone
i was in the town with the junkies just gettin’ it on
i will never f~ck that b~tch, that b~tch made of silicone
weed is my cologne if i ain’t smokin’ pose
it’s somethin’ you doin’ wrong, you ain’t gettin’ money, joke
shoot at your f~ckin’ throat
brodie did a hit the floor
n~ggas say they beefin’ with the gang, go get a rope
i was in the ten watchin’ snow bunnies sniff the blow (for real)
never work a 9~to~5, or on the block 10~to~4 (nopе)
will i make it out the streets? sh~t, only the lord knows
swiss cheesеd a n~gga crib, that b~tch got forclose
bullets hit torch zones, sh~ttin’ a n~gga day
i’ll beat the steak in your eyes you really fake
i’ll make the b~tch eat the cake, no anna mae
when i’m on the road with the pros, i concentrate
b~tch, i’m in that motherf~ckin’ field, it’s ball game
b~tch, we throwin’ a party, i don’t even know dog name
pigs pull me over, always give they ass fraud names
issue what my brother did with me, it’s the same thing (same sh~t)
[chorus]
that bag touched down, sh~t, the rent came (money, money)
drive it so fast while we switch lanes
bro lose control with that money, get him detained
that syringe your best friend, could tell by your veins

[verse 2]
you ain’t really gettin’ money, you just in the way
i need a badass b~tch like lisa ray (badass b~tch)
chopper sing to your ass like marvin gaye
kick a b~tch out the crib, sh~t, i need some sp~ce
run up in your crib, jewels lab straight to the safe
heard your mans writin’ statements, i’m somewhere switchin’ states
all that d~ck hoppin’, pick a side and pick a place
i’ll pull up on you, smack a hundred straight to your face
brodie doin’ numbers, it’s on me to get him straight
run up on your ass then miss you, ain’t no comin’ in late
yeah, your peoples, they gon’ miss you when i turn you to a waste
ho see me drop face, this ho gon’ need a rake
perfect time, ain’t no drake, lil’ bro just brung the drac’ in (for real)
you could get stretched with this b~tch, i’m just sayin’
ain’t no ems when you stretch out there layin’
here on my side for so long, this b~tch tannin’

[chorus]
that bag touched down, sh~t, the rent came (money, money, money)
drive it so fast while we switch lanes (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
bro lose control with that money, get him detained (lost it)
that syringe your best friend, could tell by your veins (could tell it)

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