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the bag (nightmares) - lil keius x lil misft lyrics

[lil misfit: chorus]
call the devil on me
he is in my nightmares i see
please have mercy on me
i dont want no pity

[lil keius: hook]
you get the bag and fumble it
i get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah)
straight out the lot, three hundred cash (cash)
and the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)
lil mama a thot, and she got -ss (thot)
and she gon’ f-ck up a bag (yeah)
pull up to the spot, livin’ too fast (yeah)
hop in the coupe do the dash (yah)
in italy, got two foreign hoes, they dm me (ooh, brr, ay)
drop the top when it’s cold (drop top)
but you feel the heat (skrrt, yah, ay)
be real with me, keep it 100 (whoa)
just be real with me (ay)
eat it up like it’s a feast (whoa, eat it up)
they say lil keius on fleek (yep)

[lil misfit: verse 1]
don’t mess with opps
coming up had to make friends
they see the money i make it like a
no i dont wanna be friends
finna pop a benz
i pop you like a rubber band
done with the fake friends
pulls on my hands to im taken
oh, yeah

[lil misfit: chorus]
call the devil on me
he is in my nightmares i see
please have mercy on me
i dont want no pity
i just want the glory
i just want the money
ak-47 stay with me
people dont wanna see me succeed

[lil keius: hook]
you get the bag and fumble it
i get the bag and flip it and tumble it
straight out the lot, three hundred cash
and the car came with a blunt in it
lil mama a thot, and she got -ss
and she gon’ f-ck up a bag
pull up to the spot, livin’ too fast
hop in the coupe do the dash
in italy, got two foreign hoes, they dm me
drop the top when it’s cold
but you feel the heat
be real with me, keep it 100
just be real with me
eat it up like it’s a feast
they say lil keius on fleek

[lil keius: verse 2]
we got the clout on the name
n-gg-s, they wanna be gang. f-ck is you saying? (hold up)
i go super saiyan (ha) no i am not playing
i gotta go, smoking that gas at my shows
i got these hoes tryin’ to pose
wanna take flicks, flick of my wrist
thumbing through money think i got six
dunk on these n-gg-s like julius erving
ball on these b-tches like i am kyrie irving
i told her don’t like her, she think that she perfect
she went to that lame to find out he was worthless
n-gg-s still hate but come to my shows
boy you a fan and i already know
lying yourself, and you will get exposed
rap because i really rap what i be on

- lil keius x lil misft lyrics

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