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gimme my bag - rizzy rackz lyrics

[chorus]
(yeah uh) gimme my bag gimme the cheese
look at the oou look at the aahh
check out the wha check out the feet
(yeah uh) gimme my bag gimme my check gimme the cheese
look at the oou look at the aahh
check out the wha check out the feet

[verse 1: rizzy rackz]
i just got out b*tch i’m fresh from booking
took a lil l to bos of the bookies
probably need a shower how they tried to do me dirty
coming back up like a fake ass thirty
they knew what i was when i came out at birth
in the hood n*ggas looking forward to the first
put in that work look at me getting it
check out my serve invest & don’t spend it
stack up that paper & dont you be wasting the sh*t
just by buying up material things
if you catch a case you been balling you can’t get a lawyer
lil b*tch you gone see what i mean
they say a goal with no plan just a dream
lil bae she a rider the realest on team
when we pullin up in the hood & she hop out
she loved and respected by all of the feans
so many bags in my bag mane i barely can zip it
it’s fittin to bust all of the seams
i put her legs to her head till them sh*ts get the shaking
im trynna see all of that cream
this the beginning i’m bout to go crazy
i’m motivated like i had a baby
i got some new sh*t i know fittin to pop
watch they gone flock when i let that sh*t drop
got my head right now i’m back in the yo
can’t wait to slide up that rode in a sprinter
a k gone shoot if it’s rain sleet or snow
all the real flippers work hard in the winter
can’t wait to pull up & skurt with the skirt
pray for the haters i know that sh*t hurt
pour up the red pour up the purp
i need my bread like im running a church yea
[chorus]
(yeah uh) gimme my bag gimme the cheese
look at the oou look at the aahh
check out the wha check out the feet
(yeah uh) gimme my bag gimme my check gimme the cheese
look at the oou look at the aahh
check out the wha check out the feet yuh

[verse 2: luh kiddo]
check out the fit only sh*t in my pockets the tool & a mit
and i gotta fix it up let me know what you get
white boy down bottom want a pool of that sh*t
n*gga h*lla stamped got pull in the rich
i don’t kick it with chump cause he move like a b*tch
gotta see if you stamped for you get you a brick
you f*ck around let n*gga buck on that b*tch
so deep in the street i forget that i rap
my kid need some food so i beat up the trap
my switch was just clean but i made him relapse
these n*ggas ain’t grinding these n*ggas just rap
you see me in public don’t try to give me dap n*gga
consistently running them laps
aunt hit the work & it went through her naps n*gga
she keep trynna give me her snaps

- rizzy rackz lyrics

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