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letra de 801 bartel - baglife tee

[intro: baglife tee]
(brian, what did you do?)
baglife, n-gga (make-believe)

[verse 1: baglife tee]
i told bo go’n introduce me to the spicy talk
i see you n-ggas talkin’ ’bout the deuces, boy, that’s tiny talk
think you n-ggas sippin’ on a deucey, boy, that’s tylenol
i’m sippin’ on an eight of morton grove walkin’ through the mall

[verse 2: iz bo]
finna beat this lil’ b-tch back ’til she ain’t got no walls
baby girl, you can’t be poppin’ up, you know you gotta call
i’ll shoot you in both your knees, now you not so tall
b-tch tried to walk off with my boxers, them not your drawers
[verse 3: baglife tee]
glock 23s, dracos, i’ll pop your top
when i spin, you get a halo or you see a doc’
i really love green pesos, they really all i got
i really love green faygos, but i’ll drink any pop

[verse 4: iz bo]
with the white hoes, they just keep sayin’ “jeez” and “gosh”
when i’m out in the ‘ville, i serve fiеnds with josh
would’ve thought i’m punchin’ on the ground how i beat thе block
i be out in new york at beanie sigel’s spot

[verse 5: baglife tee]
when i make a couple million, i’ma feed the block
give the whole hood handguns, red beams with chops
just in case a n-gga ever slide, he won’t leave the block
and i’ll beat a n-gga ass, i don’t need a glock

[verse 6: iz bo]
ever since i linked up with tee, i just fiend for pop
i’ll stick a syringe in her needle spot
breakin’ down buds like, “i need you, i need you not”
i done drunk so much lean, think my t–th is rot

[verse 7: baglife tee]
beat this b-tch back for five rounds, her knees done knocked
i can sell five pounds easy, i don’t need a spot
you n-ggas never seen five pounds, you need to stop
met a bad b-tch downtown, now she eatin’ c-ck
[verse 8: iz bo]
straight out of quarantine, n-gga, i never caught corona
if i stab your ass up, you won’t find no donor
met this bad b-tch up in the a, i really wanna clone her
you the type to go on facebook and try to poke her
never tell my mood off my face like we playin’ poker
said she ain’t never seen an eight, so i had to dose her
it’s ironic that we in here smokin’ do-si-do
he got too excited ’bout the stimmy, i know he broke

[verse 9: baglife tee]
b-tch tried to spin me, but i hit her with the okie-doke
said her n-gga love her, hit her ass with the, “no, he don’t”
she say he gettin’ money, hit her ass with, “i know he broke”
told her if the police ever get him, i got five he fold
pop a n-gga dead in his sh-t if he say i’m ho
mad as h-ll i only found a zip, i really want a ‘bow
you always see me out with iz bo ’cause he not no ho
let a rap n-gga say i’m ho, we gon’ pop his show

[verse 10: iz bo]
really ot makin’ plays at the stop-n-go
i be askin’ like, “you ever got shot before?”
if i ain’t got no weed, then tee ain’t got no more
that sh-t don’t make no d-mn motherf-ckin’ sense
n-ggas need to do they homework, know who they f-ckin’ with
pop a n-gga in his hand, quit touchin’ sh-t
i don’t like baby girl hands, they rough as sh-t
tee done popped two xans, it’s not cuttin’ it
[verse 11: baglife tee]
chase a n-gga down broad day and hit him with the k
you know i got my license for my k, so they closed the case
i’m pourin’ up eights by the day ’cause i love the taste
i hate when n-ggas laughin’ in your face knowin’ that they fake
i can’t wait to see a million sittin’ in my bank
i’ma take a quarter out that b-tch and change my mama face
until then, i’m still up in flint tryna up my rate
and you know i’m still with iz bo ’cause he ain’t no snake

- baglife tee

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