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baggin' - prow chilla lyrics

intro

yuh
uh
chilla

hook x2

i am a dealer im serving the bag
serving a beat like a bag
for all of the days i was feeling upset
i’m finna laugh to the bank
i’m finna get me the gold
i’m finna cop me a pent
i’m finna make me a way
i’m finna cop that whip
i’m finna cop ma a crib
i’m finna i’m finna i’m finna

verse 1 :prow chilla

it all started in the 8th grade
fell in love with the calling
it was money that was calling
i had a dream i was ballin’
i won’t have to say it twice
if i said it b-tch i’m on it
back then man i wasn’t sh-t
look at me now b-tch i’m all this

hol’ on my drip like a fossil
i flow like an ocean i make em replay it
all of that money that’s coming i know i deserve it
i ain’t even stressing i know imma make it
i’m never sleeping i’m up till the morning
i know that you feel it my sh-t is amazing i’m makin’ a k!llin
if it’s bidness then it’s bidness ain’t got no time for no ties

n-gg-s don’t like me i like that
n-gg-s pathetic can’t fight that
who got the cheese imma bite that
b-tch suck on my d-ck bet you like that
bl–dy red eyes n-gg- suuwhuu
try and come up on me n-gg- who you
might just pull up on you n-gg- shoot shoot
no hesitation i got loose screws

had to let go of the old sh-t
sh-t i’m amazing like “oh sh-t”
out here grinding for the whole thang
i might just f-ck up your whole plan

had to do it for the gang
had to do it for the fam
had to do it for the gang
had to do it for the fam

hook x2

verse 2: dru tanka

im finna, hit the bank ’till the bank froze
hide my face ’till they came close
hide my target till i came across
time of h-ll, till i can’t crotch
bark hard, sh-t i came across
i was high till that sh-t crashed
paint a picture, im a god in it
thl sh-t is corperate
only time you see a hollogram, that sh-t’s for the graph and its for my craft
only time you see a short black n-gg- getting money like it ain’t none
only time you see a throwing cheese in the air with my n-gg- prow chilla
plenty b-tches are stuckin on a n-gg-, all i know is sh-t’s bulletproof
i’m finna cop me a whip, im finna cop me a crip, peanutb-tter
im finna sell out my crib and blow that sh-t on a pinky yahh yahh
im gonna win, imma better, make me king of the field
im gonna win, imma better, make me king of the field, yahhh

hook x2

verse 3: poe trait

there’s a lot on my mind
sometimes i feel i am not on my grind
everything’s blocked, popping a whole lotta medicine now
i dont give a f-ck if im dead or alive
i want it dead or alive, i want the cake
i want the plate and the crumbs
i want the fake n-gg-s starring at my jewellery that it damage all of they eyes
im overthinking, baby overthinking, baby i got a lot on my mind
i know im tripping, girl i know im tripping, but i can’t give you all of my time
im steady thinking, girl im very busy plotting pieces on how to survive
so when my phone is ringing, and i ain’t picking
let em know that im stuck on my grind

hook

i am a dealer i’m serving the bag
let em know that i’m stuck on my grind
for all of all the days i was feeling upset

im finna get me the gold
i’m finna make me a way
i’m finna cop me that whip
i’m finna i’m finna i’m finna

outro

aaaah!

yeah!!!!

end

- prow chilla lyrics

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