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Young Eddy - I Get the Bag (Remix) Lyrics



Young Eddy - I Get the Bag (Remix) Lyrics




I get the I get the i get the bag
If shit don't add up then i redo the math
I'm still cheating death make the reaper so mad
I'm bout to kill the beat let's leave it at that
The way that I pace it I need to relax
I'll find my own way need a piece of the map
I took the stars as I'm reaching for that
I'll search for truth but don't preach to the mass
I just do what it do
Flow so sick got the flu in the booth
This that new and improved
Im abusing the tunes I'm reusing what's cool
Fly as a jet I am flying
I intercept dez Bryant
I get it wet Poseidon
Like the bitch beside him
They spreading all the violence
I got the tools O'Reiley
Had to keep my life more private
I just got bored of rhyming
I hit her with that hymelic
My girl thinks she black Miley Cyrus
Sick in the game and upload the virus
Stick to my lane watch me swerve when I'm driving
Doing my thang like a bird when it's flying
Proving my name got the words to define him
I don't really need an interview
You know that I got the winter shook
Now I'm feeling in a winning mood
They should put me in a Guinness book
You know how the f*ck I really do
Every time I jump up in the booth
And you know I'm bout to spit the truth
Every time that imma hit it too
Imma blow up cuz imma landmine
They can't stand me while I'm on stand by
I hand it to em while they hands tied
Might not be the best but I damn try
Like Selena Gomez i got adjusted
Get it? " I got adjusted"
My flow accustomed The holy subject
I don't need functions I don't need f*ck shit I'm gone erupt then
I'm interrupted I'm in the rupture
My mind corrupted my rhymes disgusting
Shout out to zeke he ride the mustang his weed is musty
She gone bless my head she gone get it wet like when a nigga getting baptized
Don't ever look into them cat eyes
Fat thighs and they lies
Imma run it pass them like ray rice
Great minds think alike
Make the bass bump thats alpine
Life's a test I ain't failed mine
Peter piper pick a pack of pepper
Pick your poison picture as I peddle
Paid the piper told him pipe down
The way I rhyme yeah they gone like now
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I get the I get the i get the bag
If shit don't add up then i redo the math
I'm still cheating death make the reaper so mad
I'm bout to kill the beat let's leave it at that
The way that I pace it I need to relax
I'll find my own way need a piece of the map
I took the stars as I'm reaching for that
I'll search for truth but don't preach to the mass
I just do what it do
Flow so sick got the flu in the booth
This that new and improved
Im abusing the tunes I'm reusing what's cool
Fly as a jet I am flying
I intercept dez Bryant
I get it wet Poseidon
Like the bitch beside him
They spreading all the violence
I got the tools O'Reiley
Had to keep my life more private
I just got bored of rhyming
I hit her with that hymelic
My girl thinks she black Miley Cyrus
Sick in the game and upload the virus
Stick to my lane watch me swerve when I'm driving
Doing my thang like a bird when it's flying
Proving my name got the words to define him
I don't really need an interview
You know that I got the winter shook
Now I'm feeling in a winning mood
They should put me in a Guinness book
You know how the f*ck I really do
Every time I jump up in the booth
And you know I'm bout to spit the truth
Every time that imma hit it too
Imma blow up cuz imma landmine
They can't stand me while I'm on stand by
I hand it to em while they hands tied
Might not be the best but I damn try
Like Selena Gomez i got adjusted
Get it? " I got adjusted"
My flow accustomed The holy subject
I don't need functions I don't need f*ck shit I'm gone erupt then
I'm interrupted I'm in the rupture
My mind corrupted my rhymes disgusting
Shout out to zeke he ride the mustang his weed is musty
She gone bless my head she gone get it wet like when a nigga getting baptized
Don't ever look into them cat eyes
Fat thighs and they lies
Imma run it pass them like ray rice
Great minds think alike
Make the bass bump thats alpine
Life's a test I ain't failed mine
Peter piper pick a pack of pepper
Pick your poison picture as I peddle
Paid the piper told him pipe down
The way I rhyme yeah they gone like now
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Writer: Edgar Montelongo
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Performed By: Young Eddy
Length: 2:31
Written by: Edgar Montelongo
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