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bagwork - specxfic lyrics

[intro]
you never give your bm bread, you never take your bm out, you never make your bm happy
now your bm meet me, now you hot, cause i’m around your jit
i don’t know why you hot homie, your bm love me jit
now i’m greasing your bm, i’m making your bm happy, now you hot at your bm
you a booty, you a broke ass jit

[chorus]
you saying bro come out, i swear i’m hopping out the whip
you ain’t saying nothing, reason why they took you off the list
he said he balling out, that n*gga ain’t get no ring like chris
pea*shooter, if he shoot his gun, he’s jamming out that b*tch
give me doula, i ain’t trying to hit and i ain’t trying to kiss
sniper shooter with the gun, was shooting n*ggas, as a jit
all my n*ggas goons, they thinking all my n*ggas, savages
walk inside the store with forty fours i told her bag that sh*t
you ain’t getting no more of what i got, you just a runner, jit
how you kiss that hoe inside her mouth, it be a hundred kids
trying to get the giffies, for so long, i made a hundred bids
he sent his whole army, now he’s spinning back a hundred dead

[verse]
b*tch, i’m from miami, n*gga, i ain’t from no hallandale
she said my sh*t buzzing and it’s jumping, n*gga, i can tell
i turned nun to something, ask my cousin, i ain’t need no help
if the police come in, then i’m running, you ain’t see me there
bag sniffer, i’m just trying to show her how the bag work
man, you ain’t see nothing, turn this money into mad worth
all these racks up in my jeans, i am not a sagger
baby, you don’t need these things, turn into a banner
[chorus]
you saying bro come out, i swear i’m hopping out the whip
you ain’t saying nothing, reason why they took you off the list
he said he balling out, that n*gga ain’t get no ring like chris
pea*shooter, if he shoot his gun, he’s jamming out that b*tch
give me doula, i ain’t trying to hit and i ain’t trying to kiss
sniper shooter with the gun, was shooting n*ggas, as a jit
all my n*ggas goons, they thinking all my n*ggas, savages
walk inside the store with forty fours i told her bag that sh*t
you ain’t getting no more of what i got, you just a runner, jit
how you kiss that hoe inside her mouth, it be a hundred kids
trying to get the giffies, for so long, i made a hundred bids
he sent his whole army, now he’s spinning back a hundred dead

- specxfic lyrics

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