catch a bag - nuk lyrics
[intro]
(come on p)
[chorus]
if i use her for the p*ssy, she gon’ use me for the pros
if she treat me like an atm, i use her for the rolls
sh*t, it only been three weeks, eleven states, i’m on the road
competitions with my n*ggas, told ’em race me ’round the globe
it been like seven towns, i posted up a bond and had a hold
free my n*gga deuce, he tripled up a don while on parole
press who? you can disregard the lies, they tellin’ hoеs
i can catch a bag right before your eyеs and then it’s gone
[verse]
y’all don’t speak on n*ggas’ run just like steven a
i can get the dog gone like a piece of cake
i be pullin’ straight up on the opps like i’m a blink away
even if i don’t step in the bank, i’m still gon’ feed the safe
these hoes can’t come usin’ me for sh*t, i put ’em on the bros
these hoes can’t come usin’ me for sh*t, i put ’em on the stove
never tired of overusin’ hoes, that sh*t ain’t never old
treat a b*tch just like she james bond, i make her double o’s
she a rider
i’m a devil, but my b*tches be in prada
put out rubber for a b*tch, but i ain’t even use the condom
if them prices better, i’ll fly a b*tch to tijuana
say you usin’ me, but i be usin’ you, i’m bein’ honest
if i go out, i’m iconic
i’m too real to this, i gather up my facts before i rhyme it
teach my b*tch exactly how to hit the girl just like she rondy
can’t find a hit, but my dog goin’ number one just like it’s donda
from the d, but i throw red on in la just like i’m masi
every time they have a meeting with the labels, it be ghazi
independent boy, i’ma stretch my bag out on a different course
my first time shootin’ out with tens, i was ’bout [?] force
i got blues just like i’m byu
i’ma take this doggy out to— i’m right by tsu
my second run, was trappin’ in they face, but still ain’t get no clue
told my plug to welcome me like mase, i still got diddy moves
told him if you dancin’ on that dog, you gotta play it bool
[chorus]
if i use her for the p*ssy, she gon’ use me for the pros
if she treat me like an atm, i use her for the rolls (come on p)
sh*t, it only been three weeks, eleven states, i’m on the road
competitions with my n*ggas, told ’em race me ’round the globe
it been like seven towns, i posted up a bond and had a hold
free my n*gga deuce, he tripled up a don while on parole
press who? you can disregard the lies, they tellin’ hoes
i can catch a bag right before your eyes and then it’s gone
Random Song Lyrics :
- emma - franky perez & the truth lyrics
- machine - amber run lyrics
- foi gol do kempes - 98 fm lyrics
- superhéroe - desastre 89 lyrics
- the island - vinyl theatre lyrics
- misery - boris the blade lyrics
- don't call my phone - sir lyrics
- amunet, the decider - the voynich code lyrics
- fire in the booth part 2 - devlin lyrics
- bonus track - sven gielnik feat. sinje irslinger lyrics