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bag up - scooter rogers lyrics

[hook]
couple haters in the building, tell em “back up”
f*ck with me and the whole team mac’d up
i got two girls, two*seater, tell em lap up
and now we on our way to try to run the bag up
we just tryna, we just tryna run the bag up (run the bag up)
we just tryna run the bag up
i got two girls, two*seater, tell em lap up
and now we on our way to try to run the bag up

[verse 1: scooter rogers]
look, i’m just tryna run the bag up
p*ssy n*ggas ain’t hard, you just act tough
keep the gat tucked that’ll tear ya back up
so if you ain’t with it, lil n*gga back up (ugh)
these n*ggas probably didn’t get it, i’ll try to keep it simplistic
before they think that i’m dissin’, just listen
i’m a real n*gga and these real b*tches like that
fly her out and make her buy her own flight back (b*tch)
but now she talkin’ bout a nightcap
but i beat the p*ssy ’till it’s tender, then a n*gga left swipe that
gone but i told you i’d be right back
to kick these n*ggas off stage and get my mic back (bring that back)
but now the boy gettin’ h*lla guap
got these haters on the net takin’ petty shots
but should a n*gga try and eyeball me the wrong way
a n*gga gettin’ fetty wap’d (yeeaa baby)
[hook]
couple haters in the building, tell em “back up”
f*ck with me and the whole team mac’d up
i got two girls, two*seater, tell em lap up
and now we on our way to try to run the bag up
we just tryna, we just tryna run the bag up (run the bag up)
we just tryna run the bag up
i got two girls, two*seater, tell em lap up
and now we on our way to try to run the bag up

[verse 2: mike bars]
mike bars!
yea, run the bag up
back up, boy you calling for yo backup
so you rich, huh? well i got the mac tucked
hmm, maybe we can do a mashup (i’m bad luck)
you can tell by how gutter this sh*t sound
i ain’t got the flu, but i come with a sick style
old head watch like “this son of a b*tch wild
y’all don’t hear the sh*t that come out this kid’s mouth?”
some of this sh*t’s foul, i’m gunnin’ you pr*cks down
106 rounds, but none of you gets found
(i ain’t gotta do sh*t) like when i’m comin’ in chicks’ mouthes
walk through the city, b*tch i run it like chris brown
(yea i love it in this town) f*ck where you came from
they only give a f*ck if you make em
they only give you love ’cause you paid up
so run the bag up (bag bag)
and keep yo chains tucked ‘fore we take em
[hook]
couple haters in the building, tell em “back up”
f*ck with me and the whole team mac’d up
i got two girls, two*seater, tell em lap up
and now we on our way to try to run the bag up
we just tryna, we just tryna run the bag up (run the bag up)
we just tryna run the bag up
i got two girls, two*seater, tell em lap up
and now we on our way to try to run the bag up

- scooter rogers lyrics

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