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gimme my bag - young dolph lyrics

[intro]
let the band play
you know what we on, n*gga
we want everything, plus some more
huh

[verse 1]
worrisome ass b*tch (yup)
i ain’t got time for her (no)
i might just block her phone number after i press ignore (b*tch)
i always been too busy (b*tch)
pullin’ up and gettin’ it (b*tch)
count it up and flip it (b*tch)
all money in like nipsey (b*tch)
i smoke like a hippie (whew)
i drink lean like whiskey (whew)
all my old hoes miss me (f*ck y’all)
b*tch, catch me on your tv (b*tch)
sky*dweller with vvs (glitter)
pockets full of bleu cheese (gualla)
same color of my blue t**th (water)
spend racks in designer boutiques (whew)
i love myself, i’m selfish (for real, though)
a rolls royce on my left wrist (ghost)
them hoes love me like elvis (dawg)
too much drip, i should sell this (get you some)
yeah, i’m the sh*t, you could smell it (yeah)
in a bentley watching belly (yeah)
eighty pointers in my necklace (rocks)
for all them nights i went restless
[chorus]
i just came for my bag, y’all can keep the rest
rose gold pre, middle of my chest
they want me to quit, they want me to stop
but i won’t, so they upset
emerald cuts all in my charm, lil’ n*gga playin’ with a check
i want the bag (i want the bag)
gimme my bag (gimme my bag)
gimme my bag (gimme my bag)
gimme my bag (gimme my bag)
gimme my bag (gimme my bag)
i want the bag (i want the bag)
i want the bag (i want the bag)
gimme my bag (gimme my bag)

[verse 2]
go, go, gadget (go, go, gadget)
rose gold patek (yeah, yeah)
real n*ggas don’t panic (yeah, yeah)
p’s in the camry (uh, uh)
ball like sammy (sosa, sosa)
while you was complaining, i did whatever i had to do to take care of my family (uh, uh)
(where you at?) i’m pullin’ up about mine, let me get that (pullin’ up)
that play*play sh*t, i ain’t with that (nah)
designer on, everything mismatched (whew)
i do what i want, y’all get the pic yet? (d*mn)
fell out with my dawg, had to fix that (d*mn)
fight her and i don’t want that b*tch back
(where you at?) picking up racks (okay)
let that sh*t stack (okay)
told my dawg, “can’t nothing in this world come between us” (ayy)
different type of n*gga, i’m not from earth, i’m from venus (ayy)
cut the lights off, my ice gon’ light up the arena (blaw)
went to work with my strap today like i’m gilbert arenas
[chorus]
i just came for my bag, y’all can keep the rest
rose gold pre, middle of my chest
they want me to quit, they want me to stop
but i won’t, so they upset
emerald cuts all in my charm, lil’ n*gga playin’ with a check
i want the bag (i want the bag)
gimme my bag (gimme my bag)
gimme my bag (gimme my bag)
gimme my bag (gimme my bag)
gimme my bag (gimme my bag)
i want the bag (i want the bag)
i want the bag (i want the bag)
gimme my bag (gimme my bag)

- young dolph lyrics

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