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triple my bag - ctmfam brian lee lyrics

ctmfam we in it to win

brian lee

i triple my bag cause i triple my hustle, i pull up on shows and i stack up the backend, racks in my hand b*tch it look like a sandwhich, love my lil b*tch cause she make sure im eating my cabbage. eating this beat gazelle, b*tch i’m a lion you can tell, k!lling these rappers i’m going to h*ll, ctmfam we on fire , brian lee b*tch i’m on fire. i don’t f*ck with them n*ggas they lying , saying my name for some clout, no you can’t take this route, n*gga you ain’t ride my wave, was working that sh*t like a slave, selling that sh*t everyday, fruits to my labor i’m paid, eating these chips like they lays, i get them racks in my sleep, checks to my email deposit they self, went to the dealership, imagine me jumping in corvette, dropping off bags, heavy like snorlax, i’m cashing out now i’m dancing like kodak, rip to that boy triple xxx. run up on me ima shoot at them first making them suckas go run them some laps, that n*gga fall i’m pulling up on him, hit him in the head like tommy hit cole, that’s how i know i ain’t hitting no kids, try to rob me so that’s what it is. fight for my life when you try me ,so make sure we don’t take it there, straight to the top so i’m taking it there, pray to my god ain’t scared, smoking gelato i’m dodging these hoes like they potholes, they ain’t want me when it was holes in my pocket. she wanna f*ck then a n*gga gone pop it, she wanna cuff then a n*gga gone drop it. just like a stripper in magic balling like 32 n*gga that’s magic, went from the bottom to the top that’s magic, chasing this money we feeling athletic chasing them racks that you bust out the plastic, doubting ass hoes ain’t think it would happen, haters don’t like me but copy my fashion. i send my n*ggas to f*ck on yo b*tch, twenty five hundred they run in yo sh*t, yeah ima mob boss yeah i got mob ties, no i don’t wear ties, cubans on my neck, she see me grinding and throw up the set, these n*ggas see me and say i’m up next, i look in the mirror and say i’m up now, f*ck they opinion i went through the struggle and came out a king pin. tell all them hoes that mean i’m on top, tell yo lil friend she can’t fit in the drop, tell her to pull up she f*cking or not, started with nothing turned that to a knot, calling me weezy cause i got the block hot. i got the sh*t that they whip in a crock pot, i’m wifi lit y’all n*gggas like hotspots. ctmfam we at it again, go tell them n*ggas i ain’t doing no friends, betting it all i’m in it to win, betting it all i’m in it to win yeah

yeah

triple my bag

yeah

triple my bag

yeah

triple my bag

triple my bag
yeah

triple my bag

- ctmfam brian lee lyrics

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