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big bag - lil sheik lyrics

[intro: yhung t.o.]
yeah, yeah, yeah
uh, uh, uh
yeah, yeah
(undefined)
(it’s hokatiwi)
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
all these hundreds in my pocket make my pants sag, yeah
she want a n*gga with a big bag, yeah
[?][0:23] get my back stabbed, yeah
high as f*ck and i still ain’t gon’ let this whip crash, yeah
i done really did the dash, i ain’t really spend it fast
tryna knock some n*ggas off, i went ran up a couple bags
rich since a minor, but you f*ckin’ with the big leagues
i keep a stick, i up this b*tch and let it empty

[verse 1: lil sheik]
n*ggas lyin’, only time they shootin’ sh*t is in the booth
to tell the truth, i still’ll wipe your n*gga nose for the loot
they copy everything i do
well, follow me and go and get some money
these n*ggas bummy, never seen a hundred
i’ll blow it all and get it back ’cause it ain’t nothin’
i can’t see nothin’ but hundreds, vision blurry under these buffies
chains on, i dare a n*gga touch me
it’ll get ugly before i let a n*gga play me like a sucker
i ain’t goin’ for it, n*ggas dyin’ ’bout this sh*t
you opp n*ggas better ride with that stick
i catch you lackin’, you gon’ die when you slip
a hundred in the chops, i won’t miss
don’t die tryna catch a vibe with a b*tch
’cause she might be the one to get a drop, all these b*tches f*ck with opps
they gon’ f*ck whoever f*ckin’ with ’em
i can’t f*ck with you if you ain’t tryna get no money with me, this ain’t free d*ck
[chorus: yhung t.o.]
all these hundreds in my pocket make my pants sag, yeah
she want a n*gga with a big bag, yeah
[?] get my back stabbed, yeah
high as f*ck and i still ain’t gon’ let this whip crash, yeah
i done really did the dash, i ain’t really spend it fast
tryna knock some n*ggas off, i went ran up a couple bags
rich since a minor, but you f*ckin’ with the big leagues
i keep a stick, i up this b*tch and let it empty

[verse 2: yhung t.o.]
can’t even count how many late nights posted with my n*ggas
slidin’ on a n*gga, still thinkin’ ’bout them riches
watched them all turn fake, i admit was in my feelings
just assume it ain’t real ’cause these days, you never know
and i still keep my pole just in case i gotta score with it
you know gang can’t get no pass if he froze with it
and i’m just me, baby, i don’t keep up no image
bro bounced out and show him what that j like
what that pain like, what your aim like, it’s a gravesite
i know ain’t right, ain’t no fair fight
and we gon’ take flight on the same night

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
all these hundreds in my pocket make my pants sag, yeah
she want a n*gga with a big bag, yeah
[?] get my back stabbed, yeah
high as f*ck and i still ain’t gon’ let this whip crash, yeah
i done really did the dash, i ain’t really spend it fast
tryna knock some n*ggas off, i went ran up a couple bags
rich since a minor, but you f*ckin’ with the big leagues
i keep a stick, i up this b*tch and let it empty

- lil sheik lyrics

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