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Chorus: Big bag big bag x5 And my bitch bad, yo bitch bad? I just bought my bitch a big bag And I told her, what you tell her nigga? Fill it up wit Gs And imma do like checkers Jumpin states to pick the check up, check up Verse 1: Off top I’m that jefe, the motor made me my baby I’m a Young nigga wit lingo, all about a deniero Talkin plural not singles Just came back from overseas, now I’m out in Miami and I got flats on all my screens Bout to scoop me a foreign up and she callin me papi Man I fuck her so good, she cookin nachos bell grande my dude uhhh Big white stones and we call those chunks All white sticks and we call those buffs Long black sleeves and we call those trucks You nighas ain’t playin right, Adding new rules to the game These bitches be layin trife Fuckin me but that’s yo main But I swear to you my nigga Get yo bag & it’s gone change Secure that bitch, don’t ever switch And you’ll see what I’m sayin Chorus: Big bag big bag x5 And my bitch bad, yo bitch bad? I just bought my bitch a big bag And I told her, what you tell her nigga? Fill it up wit Gs And imma do like checkers Jumpin states to pick the check up, check up Verse 2: I walk in that hoe and go dumb dumb dumb You Savin that hoe like duh-duh duh dun I’m fuck her and cum and you fallin in love Got you cashin her out and I threw her a dub I was raised by the hitters You was raised by the duds You was taught by the middle man Nigga I was taught by the plug You can’t eat at my table lil dawg, sit down and pick up these crumbs Stackin the bag, go dumb in the summer That sounds like a lot of you scum All of you nighas is done Better gone throw in the towel When this shit drop right here Bet the labels start throwing the thous But I ain’t signing less it’s north 5 Fuck livin good I’m tryna change lives Whole fam eatin big steaks na Big calamari, fuck pop eyes But if it’s late as fuck and them hoes tired I’m pulling up in that blacked ride White chally red insides Gettin head while her friend drive Chorus: Big bag big bag x5 And my bitch bad, yo bitch bad? I just bought my bitch a big bag And I told her, what you tell her nigga? Fill it up wit Gs And imma do like checkers Jumpin states to pick the check up, check up
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