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Been That Nigga Video (MV)




Performed By: Flock Wit Da Bag
Language: English
Length: 2:17
Written by: Anthony Jones




Flock Wit Da Bag - Been That Nigga Lyrics
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(Aye, Flock Wit Da Bag, ya'll know what the f*ck going on man, Aye, aye Dolan)
I been that nigga since I was a youngin' but I had to realize I had to grow up
And as I got older, a nigga start running up racks, now these f*ck niggas want me to slow up
Like, damn, what's the hold up
Niggas ain't havin' no motion, eventually they just goin' fold up
I got this shit sold up
Most of my life, man a nigga was down, now I'm about to go up
These niggas be hatin' whenever I show up
When they see me, they hurry and scroll up
I know niggas sick, better watch where they throw up
Why the f*ck niggas mad cause I'm gettin' my dough up
If we got a problem, shut up and load up
Like f*ck all that talkin', just shut up and roll up
The last nigga tried it, but he ain't have no luck
I'm really the one, nigga come get a close-up
I'm really the one on the one and they know that
Back in the day, used to trap where the store at
I got the high, I don't know where the low at
Fly out to cali to see where it grow at
Twenty-three for a bag, I ain't goin' below that
I'm riding round with that shit on the floor mat
I'm riding round with that shit and it's so fat
I gotta use both of my hands when I hold that
I gotta use both of my hands when I'm blowin' that missile
Fully, aye this ain't no regular pistol
G30x with the blatt, how the f*ck Imma miss you
Them bullets goin' hit you and turn you and twist you
Every day I'm outside, like how can I assist you
Nigga I got the one, I ain't gotta convince you
Ever since I was young, I knew I had potential
The way that I'm living is so presidential
United Air, I done flew Continental
Riding in foreigns, but I never rent them
You know I'm official, go check my credentials
You can't do what I do, cause this shit ain't that simple
I done ran up them racks, you just ran up a nickel
Them lil ass double-ups, you done made, I done tripled
I been handing out cane, like I work with the cripple
I got the shit out the mud and I signed my initials
I been that nigga since I was a youngin' but I had to realize I had to grow up
And as I got older, a nigga start running up racks, now these f*ck niggas want me to slow up
Like, damn, what's the hold up
Niggas ain't havin' no motion, eventually they just goin' fold up
I got this shit sold up
Most of my life, man a nigga was down, now I'm about to go up
These niggas be hatin' whenever I show up
When they see me, they hurry and scroll up
I know niggas sick, better watch where they throw up
Why the f*ck niggas mad cause I'm gettin' my dough up
If we got a problem, shut up and load up
Like f*ck all that talkin', just shut up and roll up
The last nigga tried it, but he ain't have no luck
I'm really the one, nigga come get a close-up
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(Aye, Flock Wit Da Bag, ya'll know what the f*ck going on man, Aye, aye Dolan)
I been that nigga since I was a youngin' but I had to realize I had to grow up
And as I got older, a nigga start running up racks, now these f*ck niggas want me to slow up
Like, damn, what's the hold up
Niggas ain't havin' no motion, eventually they just goin' fold up
I got this shit sold up
Most of my life, man a nigga was down, now I'm about to go up
These niggas be hatin' whenever I show up
When they see me, they hurry and scroll up
I know niggas sick, better watch where they throw up
Why the f*ck niggas mad cause I'm gettin' my dough up
If we got a problem, shut up and load up
Like f*ck all that talkin', just shut up and roll up
The last nigga tried it, but he ain't have no luck
I'm really the one, nigga come get a close-up
I'm really the one on the one and they know that
Back in the day, used to trap where the store at
I got the high, I don't know where the low at
Fly out to cali to see where it grow at
Twenty-three for a bag, I ain't goin' below that
I'm riding round with that shit on the floor mat
I'm riding round with that shit and it's so fat
I gotta use both of my hands when I hold that
I gotta use both of my hands when I'm blowin' that missile
Fully, aye this ain't no regular pistol
G30x with the blatt, how the f*ck Imma miss you
Them bullets goin' hit you and turn you and twist you
Every day I'm outside, like how can I assist you
Nigga I got the one, I ain't gotta convince you
Ever since I was young, I knew I had potential
The way that I'm living is so presidential
United Air, I done flew Continental
Riding in foreigns, but I never rent them
You know I'm official, go check my credentials
You can't do what I do, cause this shit ain't that simple
I done ran up them racks, you just ran up a nickel
Them lil ass double-ups, you done made, I done tripled
I been handing out cane, like I work with the cripple
I got the shit out the mud and I signed my initials
I been that nigga since I was a youngin' but I had to realize I had to grow up
And as I got older, a nigga start running up racks, now these f*ck niggas want me to slow up
Like, damn, what's the hold up
Niggas ain't havin' no motion, eventually they just goin' fold up
I got this shit sold up
Most of my life, man a nigga was down, now I'm about to go up
These niggas be hatin' whenever I show up
When they see me, they hurry and scroll up
I know niggas sick, better watch where they throw up
Why the f*ck niggas mad cause I'm gettin' my dough up
If we got a problem, shut up and load up
Like f*ck all that talkin', just shut up and roll up
The last nigga tried it, but he ain't have no luck
I'm really the one, nigga come get a close-up
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Writer: Anthony Jones
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