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letra de bag - 17forevr

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bag

(hook)
ain’t got no time for no chillin’/ i just be working these b-tches
i got my mind on a million/ imma go hard for the riches
i just hop outta my feelings/ and jump straight into a bag
stacking the guap to the ceiling/ and i jump into a bag whoa
aye imma jump into a bag (4x’s)

(verse 1)
aye imma jump into a bag / aye imma just flex when i’m mad
aye i got my foot on da gas/ i just pull off in a jag
i need my money in bags aye/
i’m bagging these groceries with veggies i need my celery
all of this money is turning my friends into enemies
all of the love that they had for me turn into jealousy
whip up da pot then post on the block with hillary
yeah my neck and bust down froze/must be why my heart so cold
had to get it on my own/ so if it ain’t about money leave me lone

(hook)
ain’t got no time for no chillin’/ i just be working these b-tches
i got my mind on a million/ imma go hard for the riches
i just hop outta my feelings/ and jump straight into a bag
stacking the guap to the ceiling/ and i jump into a bag whoa
aye imma jump into a bag (4x’s)

(verse 2)
i’m jumping like two three i’m jump man i’m jumping right into a bag
i pull up i’m dropping the top down i’m jumping right out of da lamb
i’m pumping the streets with the work imma boss i be serving the trap
she f-cking with me cause that n-gg- ain’t me and he don’t got no bags
hold up first time she hoped in the whip was the first time data she seen a digital dash
now she got her head in my lap wow y’all n-gg-s be stuck in da past
but i seen da future it come wit a whole lotta racks
whole lotta fake friends turn cold from the iced out diamonds on my neck
ice cold patek on my wrist/ da f-ck out my way if you not a check
but you a bad b-tch slide to da hills/ freak b-tches wanna pop pills
sleep with me just for the thrill/ she might strip for the bills
see how a rich n-gg- live but

(hook)
ain’t got no time for no chillin’/ i just be working these b-tches
i got my mind on a million/ imma go hard for the riches
i just hop outta my feelings/ and jump straight into a bag
stacking the guap to the ceiling/ and i jump into a bag whoa
aye imma jump into a bag (4x’s)

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