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bags for days - lobby boys lyrics

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verse 1:

i’m in friend zones
i’m in end zones
it depends though
we got benzos in that benzo
like mentos
and they can’t keep up with my tempo
if i hit it imma turn her to a nympho
that’s why my new girl’s barely ever in clothes
and she always wanna freak so its hard to sleep
had her bopping in the chevy, had to wash the seats
i just took your job like machinery
while your main thang rolls that weed for me
she’s been tryna get a feature on the mixtape
so i told that girl she could sing for me
yeah yeah
i ain’t got much to prove
everybody knows i”m the fucking dude
me and chucka boutta make a bunch of moves
if you’re talking to my boy better cut the tude
never got along with my princ-p-ls
but i stand by all my principles
i heard mystikal, thought it was mystical
and b-mp future on the train like a ritual
as far as getting by its not difficult
i got a chick to pull
i got a fifth to pull
i had so many baddies drinking on my roof
my doorman thought i was a pimp fosho
bag up two zips flip it to the rich kids
running with a squad full of misfits
always getting twisted
chronic getting smoked like brisket
nanotech money i’ve been fucking with the wiz kids
my homies on percocet
as long as we alive we gon flirt with death
inhale love til it hurts her chest
and she had to wear a scarf ’cause i murked her neck
i got no limits like master p
fuckboys on my faculty
hoodrat kids in the hamptons
and we broke down weed on your mantelpiece
yeah yeah
living what i fantasize
free the homie ryder don’t ban the guys
worked in media, i couldn’t stand the lies
it’s all sell, sell, sell, never -n-lyze
yup, never -n-lyze
write it for the kids who wanna -n-lyze
run back pack by the gram or dime ’cause my girls do drugs like amanda bynes
tip toeing in a land of mines
living on a high, hope we land in time
i just run back pack by the gram or dime
’cause my girls do drugs like amanda bynes

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verse 2:

i haven’t blown
no bag in a minute
but pour up the liquor i’m drowning up in it like i didn’t know i was swimming
you get it, i’m in it, i whip in a whip with a window that’s tinted
pretending like i didn’t drink up a 40 before we got in it
drink up two 40s before we got in it
no kidding
i’m swerving i’m curving i’m hitting the curb and don’t try this at home
my girlie is persian, she act like a virgin saditty can’t tap it at all
she keep it 100 and honest she looks like modanno but finer
i’m tryna get molly, no hannah montana, then sell it for low
trap on the low, imma trap on the low
so she can buy bags for days
and i can buy bags of ye
and roll up to police with homies that’s pouring up bottles of tanqueray
like fuck it i’m 20 but imma sip henny, hypnotiq, and alize
i got it from biggie, i knew it was in me, and now i’m around to say
baby
that’s what i’m into lately
take a xanny, no panties, she know i drive her crazy
no explanation or question that’s just the shit that made me
and if i need another bag i might just call up quasi, oh

one time for the whole squad
two times for the dope game
three times for the ac right
four times for the cocaine, ay

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