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book bag - remble lyrics

[intro: remble]
it’s remble

[verse 1: remble]
you remember remble at them kickbacks
buddy was a stripper and did gymnastics
you never really got your homies get back
if he runs up on me, then he’s a pill addict
i walked in the party with a big whammer
a smith & wesson four nickel with the big daddy
look at ’em, pay attention to the way they look at me
i remember they were tryna throw the book at me

[verse 2: remble]
i noticed you were shopping at the goodwill
i noticed when you’re not with all those people, you’re a good kid
i noticed when you don’t have any money, you feel good still
i see you carry ghost glocks, buy a good pistol
you wore that sweater ten times, buy a new fit
how the h*ll did you feel fly in a true fit?
if he went down and didn’t tell, then you salute him
if remble tells on anybody, you should shoot him
make sure you take the burner to the cookout
on a mission, i was never lookout
have the bl!cky every time you pop out
i was probably drilling with a dropout
[chorus: remble]
when i seen you, you were looking like a good bag
i was selling blowers out a book bag
jansport, nothing here to look at
i just did my stuff and then i shook after
when i seen you, you were looking like a good bag
i was selling blowers out a book bag
jansport, nothing here to look at
i just did my stuff and then i shook after

[verse 3: jeeezy]
i noticed all the b*tches seen me when i crept in
ambidextrous, i had to pull her with my left hand
young n*ggas, we was fightin’ off the blocks, michael strahan
lookin’ at my chain, boo*hoo cryin’, had to breakdown
i pledge allegiance everyday to put this sh*t on
i don’t see no ho’s i wanna f*ck, i’m finna get home
n*gga beggin’ me to pull up to the stu, send a venmo
threw a party, but it’s only b*tches, you ain’t get the memo?
yeah, i noticed you in gallery, but you wasn’t buyin’ sh*t though
my rich b*tch keep on sayin’ get some land or buy some crypto
i’m in love with her brand, swear to god this sh*t slept on
with some bad b*tches, finna lambo leap, i’m in the end zone

[chorus: remble]
when i seen you, you were looking like a good bag
i was selling blowers out a book bag
jansport, nothing here to look at
i just did my stuff and then i shook after
when i seen you, you were looking like a good bag
i was selling blowers out a book bag
jansport, nothing here to look at
i just did my stuff and then i shook after
[verse 4: bluebucksclan dj]
yeah, i just did my stuff, she finna cook after
my daddy always had the ho’s, he’s who i took after
shy b*tch when she suck it, she don’t like it when i look at her
charger gang, diamonds hittin’ harder than a f*ckin’ linebacker
i know this not the dice game, you can throw one l!ck
i notice that you keep talkin’ ’bout these b*tches that you don’t get
i just noticed that you n*ggas sharin’ clothes, that sh*t don’t fit
we invented throwin’ money in the crowd, yeah, that’s our sh*t
i can’t ride in no bullsh*t with high miles, i get car sick
in the club poppin’ bottles, i ain’t never left no bar tip
i never get to hear your songs, they always skip past
b*tches beg me not to do it, feel like blood bath

[outro: key!]
woah, kenny

- remble lyrics

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