I'm out here chasing a bag
You out there chasing a fame
I had to go and figure it out
Nubwo job yari minimum wage
Can't keep up with the pace
I swear to God I be ducking the fakes
All the grind that I put
Ntacyo bimara ninvestinze cash
All you niggas ain't trench
All you niggas put on a fake
Matter fact, put your pajamas on
I'ma diss your ass and go to bed
Nyita J cole kuri pen
If I run on a runner imma spin
We into it till it ends
We into it until he
I'm out here chasing a bag
You out there chasing a fame
I had to go and figure it out
Nubwo job yari minimum wage
Can't keep up with the pace
I swear to God I be ducking the fakes
All the grind that I put
Ntacyo bimara ninvestinze cash
All you niggas ain't trench
All you niggas put on a fake
Matter fact, put your pajamas on
I'ma diss your ass and go to bed
Nyita J cole kuri pen
If I run on a runner imma spin
We into it until it ends
We into it until he bleeds, Grah
I ain't got a Glock, but I got hands
So better watch out for a nosebleed
Uko biri kose nge meze neza
I ain't tryna kick you with no groupies
She calling my phone for sex
I sent a message saying don't rush me
I felt savage at 21, and now I'm humble at 23
You said we was dog, you said we was dog
But fact that she was my puppy
I bet your ass up, now you big, you're barking
Now you tryna bite me
I'm turning the pages, a nigga that step out the line, They calling me cocky
Wimbaza ubusa kuri call
Niba atari dough, I aint really barging
Had to spit on it, it was doopey
All them back shots got twerky
Oh she saw that shit, it was a movie
Till you bust a sway, you ain't done shit
Had to spit on it, it was doopey
All them back shots got twerky
Oh she saw that shit, it was a movie
Till you bust a sway, you ain't done shit
I'm out here chasing a bag
You out there chasing a fame
I had to go and figure it out
Nubwo job yari minimum wage
Can't keep up with the pace
I swear to God I be ducking the fakes
All the grind that I put
Ntacyo bimara ninvestinze cash
All you niggas ain't trench
All you niggas put on a fake
Matter fact, put your pajamas on
I'ma diss your ass and go to bed
Nyita J cole kuri pen
If I run on a runner imma spin
We into it till it ends
We into it until he bleeds , Grah
Saint45 - I'm Out Here (feat. Thekodak) Lyrics
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I'm out here chasing a bag
You out there chasing a fame
I had to go and figure it out
Nubwo job yari minimum wage
Can't keep up with the pace
I swear to God I be ducking the fakes
All the grind that I put
Ntacyo bimara ninvestinze cash
All you niggas ain't trench
All you niggas put on a fake
Matter fact, put your pajamas on
I'ma diss your ass and go to bed
Nyita J cole kuri pen
If I run on a runner imma spin
We into it till it ends
We into it until he
I'm out here chasing a bag
You out there chasing a fame
I had to go and figure it out
Nubwo job yari minimum wage
Can't keep up with the pace
I swear to God I be ducking the fakes
All the grind that I put
Ntacyo bimara ninvestinze cash
All you niggas ain't trench
All you niggas put on a fake
Matter fact, put your pajamas on
I'ma diss your ass and go to bed
Nyita J cole kuri pen
If I run on a runner imma spin
We into it until it ends
We into it until he bleeds, Grah
I ain't got a Glock, but I got hands
So better watch out for a nosebleed
Uko biri kose nge meze neza
I ain't tryna kick you with no groupies
She calling my phone for sex
I sent a message saying don't rush me
I felt savage at 21, and now I'm humble at 23
You said we was dog, you said we was dog
But fact that she was my puppy
I bet your ass up, now you big, you're barking
Now you tryna bite me
I'm turning the pages, a nigga that step out the line, They calling me cocky
Wimbaza ubusa kuri call
Niba atari dough, I aint really barging
Had to spit on it, it was doopey
All them back shots got twerky
Oh she saw that shit, it was a movie
Till you bust a sway, you ain't done shit
Had to spit on it, it was doopey
All them back shots got twerky
Oh she saw that shit, it was a movie
Till you bust a sway, you ain't done shit
I'm out here chasing a bag
You out there chasing a fame
I had to go and figure it out
Nubwo job yari minimum wage
Can't keep up with the pace
I swear to God I be ducking the fakes
All the grind that I put
Ntacyo bimara ninvestinze cash
All you niggas ain't trench
All you niggas put on a fake
Matter fact, put your pajamas on
I'ma diss your ass and go to bed
Nyita J cole kuri pen
If I run on a runner imma spin
We into it till it ends
We into it until he bleeds , Grah
You out there chasing a fame
I had to go and figure it out
Nubwo job yari minimum wage
Can't keep up with the pace
I swear to God I be ducking the fakes
All the grind that I put
Ntacyo bimara ninvestinze cash
All you niggas ain't trench
All you niggas put on a fake
Matter fact, put your pajamas on
I'ma diss your ass and go to bed
Nyita J cole kuri pen
If I run on a runner imma spin
We into it till it ends
We into it until he
I'm out here chasing a bag
You out there chasing a fame
I had to go and figure it out
Nubwo job yari minimum wage
Can't keep up with the pace
I swear to God I be ducking the fakes
All the grind that I put
Ntacyo bimara ninvestinze cash
All you niggas ain't trench
All you niggas put on a fake
Matter fact, put your pajamas on
I'ma diss your ass and go to bed
Nyita J cole kuri pen
If I run on a runner imma spin
We into it until it ends
We into it until he bleeds, Grah
I ain't got a Glock, but I got hands
So better watch out for a nosebleed
Uko biri kose nge meze neza
I ain't tryna kick you with no groupies
She calling my phone for sex
I sent a message saying don't rush me
I felt savage at 21, and now I'm humble at 23
You said we was dog, you said we was dog
But fact that she was my puppy
I bet your ass up, now you big, you're barking
Now you tryna bite me
I'm turning the pages, a nigga that step out the line, They calling me cocky
Wimbaza ubusa kuri call
Niba atari dough, I aint really barging
Had to spit on it, it was doopey
All them back shots got twerky
Oh she saw that shit, it was a movie
Till you bust a sway, you ain't done shit
Had to spit on it, it was doopey
All them back shots got twerky
Oh she saw that shit, it was a movie
Till you bust a sway, you ain't done shit
I'm out here chasing a bag
You out there chasing a fame
I had to go and figure it out
Nubwo job yari minimum wage
Can't keep up with the pace
I swear to God I be ducking the fakes
All the grind that I put
Ntacyo bimara ninvestinze cash
All you niggas ain't trench
All you niggas put on a fake
Matter fact, put your pajamas on
I'ma diss your ass and go to bed
Nyita J cole kuri pen
If I run on a runner imma spin
We into it till it ends
We into it until he bleeds , Grah
Writer: Emery Ndayisaba, Innocent Mbungira
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid