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blow a bag - bandgang masoe, babyface ray & peezy lyrics

[intro: bandgang masoe]
send the coast guard please
(my n*gga lee, i think we got another one)
we ’bout to rain this b*tch out
girl, move the f*ck out the way

[verse 1: bandgang masoe]
better send the coast guard, bro just came in with a fifty
and it’s twenty other n*ggas with a ten, that’s two*fifty
them k!llers, gorillas, and drug dealers came with me
way before corona, we was puttin’ n*ggas six feet
tell a waitress bring the ones and put sparklers on my bottle
i know them n*ggas watchin’, so we bringin’ every hollow
just bring that money box out, ho, what you lookin’ shocked for?
you probably f*ckin’ with a n*gga that ain’t got a row
let’s spend it all, i ain’t worriеd ’bout the bill (at all)
we in herе rainin’ like we just signed a deal (on my mama, n*gga)
oh sh*t, they done got me off a pill (i be trippin’)
now i’m on the stage trippin’, clutchin’ on my steel
b*tch, leave the club if you ain’t tryna spend no money (b*tch)
ran out of ones, i done start rainin’ hundreds
type of n*gga that’ll catch it and punt it (indeed)
you ain’t rainin’ ’cause your ass been gettin’ fronted, n*gga
[chorus: bandgang masoe]
tell the waitress keep ’em comin’, n*gga, we ain’t never stressin’
you might see me throwin’ money, then throwin’ up the set, b*tch
you better not make me mad ’cause we’ll spend a bag
i’m talkin’ ’bout spend a n*gga kit just to see some ass
tell the waitress keep ’em comin’, n*gga, we ain’t never stressin’
you might see me throwin’ money, then throwin’ up the set, b*tch better not make me mad ’cause we’ll spend a bag
i’m talkin’ throwin’ a n*gga kit just to see some ass, money

[verse 2: babyface ray]
ayy, who that fly n*gga blow takin’ e pills?
i’ma need ten mil’ to resign for real
hood star, fast car, n*gga buyin’ all the seals
we don’t cry, it’s the art of war, k!ll or be k!lled, n*gga
f*ck a name
you see me bust if i try tuck the shaq, i ain’t never did nothin’ lame
there and back with the load, you never did a one*a*day
crib in the ‘burbs, still’ll never put my gun away
you too humble, face, pop your sh*t
rose gold white, who got a watch like this?
j*panese denim, hop out chopsticks
bruce leroy, exclusive kicks, chop bricks, n*gga

[verse 3: peezy]
hop out on rodeo, hoes takin’ pics
i done got famous, need security to take a p*ss
richer than a motherf*cker, i can’t even fake it
got so many hoes wanna work for me, might move to vegas
in a maybach, black and silver like the oakland raiders
twenty*two platinum rollie cost a hundred, no debatin’
i ain’t f*cked up about it, if she throw it, i won’t take it
i done hit the coldest sh*t in the city, bro basic
richest n*gga from my hood, when they see me, they gon’ chase it
type of sh*t that you do twice a year is everyday sh*t
real n*gga seminar, miss me with the fake sh*t
you ain’t see ’em ride past? that’s them in the sp*ceship
i been in the toughest situations, i ain’t say sh*t
black 560, white range rover, me and ray sh*t
knock ’em down side*to*side, steph and klay sh*t
ghetto boyz ent, don’t get caught when the wave hit
[outro: peezy]
don’t you ever go against the fam
ayy, mas
family sh*t, n*gga, yeah
(my n*gga lee, i think we got another one)

- bandgang masoe babyface ray peezy lyrics

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