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bagtalk - lil bean lyrics

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{intro}
this ain’t usual (4x)

{verse 1}
in the studio with hits, this sh*t usual
palm angels sh*t rare, this ain’t usual
i been on the road guess i’m turnt up
b*tch you f*ckin’ on the bros or you burnt huh
yeah, stop talkin’, russel wilson with that bomb ty lockett
gun see a demon in that porsche, paul walker
i just watched bro stuff a hunnid in his joggers, yeah
knock it off, really i just cashed on a loft
why is n*ggas always in my pockets, what you bought?
designer handbag ain’t for fashion what you thought? yeah
yeah, grow a pair
yeah you better drop yo nuts boy you scared
i just seen this 30 day run on a tear
promise i won’t beef about no b*tch keep it player

{hook}
bag talk, throw this b*tch in sport jag talk
bro just did a shootin’ broad day mask off
i just told zay bro you got it blast off
ain’t a competition with no n*gga, i been havin’
thinkin’ i just might drop a hunnid on a wagon
scam money never made nun don’t be stagnant
don’t gotta keep up catch yo pace and keep stackin’
{verse 2}
don’t care if you ain’t heard now you know it i’m the reason
all the same brother f*ck these hoes they mischievous
honestly i just want some head if it’s decent
victoria, i don’t want your secret b*tch keep it
all these hoes they just wanna f*ck on who recent
i just lil bro a broom he street sweepin’
hidin’ out til’ them n*ggas find you, heat seeker
shootin’ cr*ps, i can bet it all on lil (???), yeah
who you fearing? i just talked to nash in good spirits
all i felt was joy in his voice i can hear it
i could see the real when i look into the mirror, yeah
since when n*ggas turn into savages?
10 n*ggas, seen em fall over actavis
let em think what they want, they ain’t accurate
no i don’t wanna hear your tape you wack as sh*t
lil bro off the porch he packin’ sh*t
he fell in love with this sh*t so passionate
when my b*tch off the henn that ratchet hit
she said my jeans tight as f*ck but them racks could fit, n*gga
yeah, keep quiet, b*tch keep it real you need guidance
them people say i don’t need my gun but i’m biased
how the f*ck can we keep the peace when it’s violence, yeah

{hook}
bag talk, throw this b*tch in sport jag talk
bro just did a shootin’ broad day mask off
i just told zay bro you got it blast off
ain’t a competition with no n*gga, i been havin’
thinkin’ i just might drop a hunnid on a wagon
scam money never made nun don’t be stagnant
don’t gotta keep up catch yo pace and keep stackin’

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