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caikozart! - Bag Lyrics



caikozart! - Bag Lyrics
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Had to go get that bag, lil nigga that bag
Yo Juuzi, is that you?
Had to go get that bag, lil nigga that bag
Yeah I hate niggas
Why they on the fake shit, that weird shit, hate lame niggas
He ain't up no pole, that ain't his gun
IG fake nigga
Niggas tell me drop more, now I'm on a run
Kiz really back nigga
Had to get up in my bag, now you rappers done
Yeah that's a fact nigga
Nigga stressing, he smoking them blacks
Rolling good za, nigga rolling thrax
Ran out of bread, had to flex the packs
She ain't give me head, I ain't coming back
Like why they got faith in lil Kiz
Cause they know I do what I do
My twinny, I'm calling him Sliz
Slatier, #RGM, yeah that's the crew
Yeah, walk up in the party nigga feeling hot
Flew to DR for some foreign thots
Cannot f*ck with new niggas they be bots
Bitch can't tell the truth, damn she out her top
Told her, "Suck not chew, I thought you was a bop?"
Brodie told my mans push up on a opp
No that's not the move, tell him spin they block
Five on the tint, ducking from the cops
Niggas crash out over hoes
Niggas crash out over bitches
Nigga over stepped his role
Had to show that nigga, yeah it's a difference
Never need a purple robe
Kizzy always gon be pimping
Wallet too fat, got a young nigga limping
Double the cup so you know it's not Lipton
Yeah I hate niggas
Why they on the fake shit, that weird shit, hate lame niggas
He ain't up no pole, that ain't his gun
IG fake nigga
Niggas tell me drop more, now I'm on a run
Kiz really back nigga
Taught lil nigga how to roll, buddy my son
Yeah that's a fact nigga
Nigga stressing, he smoking them blacks
Rolling good za, nigga rolling thrax
Ran out of bread, had to flex the packs
She ain't give me head, I ain't coming back
Like why they got faith in lil Kiz
Cause they know I do what I do
My twinny, I'm calling him Sliz
Slatier, #RGM, yeah that's the crew
Yeah, walk up in the party nigga feeling hot
Flew to DR for some foreign thots
Cannot f*ck with new niggas they be bots
Bitch can't tell the truth, damn she out her top
Told her, "Suck not chew, I thought you was a bop?"
Brodie told my mans push up on a opp
No that's not the move, tell him spin his block
Five on the tints ducking from the cops
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Had to go get that bag, lil nigga that bag
Yo Juuzi, is that you?
Had to go get that bag, lil nigga that bag
Yeah I hate niggas
Why they on the fake shit, that weird shit, hate lame niggas
He ain't up no pole, that ain't his gun
IG fake nigga
Niggas tell me drop more, now I'm on a run
Kiz really back nigga
Had to get up in my bag, now you rappers done
Yeah that's a fact nigga
Nigga stressing, he smoking them blacks
Rolling good za, nigga rolling thrax
Ran out of bread, had to flex the packs
She ain't give me head, I ain't coming back
Like why they got faith in lil Kiz
Cause they know I do what I do
My twinny, I'm calling him Sliz
Slatier, #RGM, yeah that's the crew
Yeah, walk up in the party nigga feeling hot
Flew to DR for some foreign thots
Cannot f*ck with new niggas they be bots
Bitch can't tell the truth, damn she out her top
Told her, "Suck not chew, I thought you was a bop?"
Brodie told my mans push up on a opp
No that's not the move, tell him spin they block
Five on the tint, ducking from the cops
Niggas crash out over hoes
Niggas crash out over bitches
Nigga over stepped his role
Had to show that nigga, yeah it's a difference
Never need a purple robe
Kizzy always gon be pimping
Wallet too fat, got a young nigga limping
Double the cup so you know it's not Lipton
Yeah I hate niggas
Why they on the fake shit, that weird shit, hate lame niggas
He ain't up no pole, that ain't his gun
IG fake nigga
Niggas tell me drop more, now I'm on a run
Kiz really back nigga
Taught lil nigga how to roll, buddy my son
Yeah that's a fact nigga
Nigga stressing, he smoking them blacks
Rolling good za, nigga rolling thrax
Ran out of bread, had to flex the packs
She ain't give me head, I ain't coming back
Like why they got faith in lil Kiz
Cause they know I do what I do
My twinny, I'm calling him Sliz
Slatier, #RGM, yeah that's the crew
Yeah, walk up in the party nigga feeling hot
Flew to DR for some foreign thots
Cannot f*ck with new niggas they be bots
Bitch can't tell the truth, damn she out her top
Told her, "Suck not chew, I thought you was a bop?"
Brodie told my mans push up on a opp
No that's not the move, tell him spin his block
Five on the tints ducking from the cops
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Writer: Castel Pettiford
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Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Castel Pettiford

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