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letra de reindeer games - dashius clay

[intro]
they keep trying to ask me what’s in my sack
i told em ask they b-tch (ha ha)

they think cause i got a red beard i’m santa claus
what kind of santa claus you know, that got a red beard
but sh-t, i got a fat sack for these hoes
they want something from me, i want something from them
you dig

[hook]
i want my bag
i want my bag
i want my bag today
i want my bag
im in my 747 all the way fly
then i jumped in the 645
now i’m in my porsche 911 switching lanes

i want my bag
i want my bag
i want my bag today
i want my bag
im in my 747 all the way fly
then i jumped in the 645
now i’m in my porsche 911 switching lanes
(skurr skurr yeah)

[verse 1]
i want my bag
fill it up and bring it back
throw the hundreds on the table
then i put a rubber band on every rack
rack it up like its a pool table
8ball thats my cue
put my b-lls in every whole
like i treat a hoe with a low iq
look at my racks
i play dominoes with all my stacks
look at my stacks
i get a hoe to blow me like a sax
i will come for you n-gga
im uncomfortable n-gga
i will hunt for my money with all my colombian n-ggas
and thats facts
i can’t help it that i’m agitated
you got half a day to get my bag or get dilapidated
call your lawyer check the affidavit
oh your money it evaporated
your house you evacuated
the school of the hard knocks where i graduated
hoe i know that you so mad i made it

i want my bag
yea i wanna double it back
yea i want enough to get more than a couple of b-tches to sit on my lap
yea i just bought me a yukon
and i got a suburban
and i’m sipping on bourbon
so you know that i’m swur swur swur swerving

[hook]
i want my bag
i want my bag
i want my bag today
i want my bag
im in my 747 all the way fly
then i jumped in the 645
now i’m in my porsche 911 switching lanes

i want my bag
i want my bag
i want my bag today
i want my bag
im in my 747 all the way fly
then i jumped in the 645
now i’m in my porsche 911 switching lanes
(skurr skurr yeah)

[verse 2]
i want my bag
i want my mula
im usually the coolest cube in the cooler
oh you so gangster behind a computer
look at that
couldn’t take it so i took it back
took a bag, took a dab
got a couple hundred thou sitting in my bookbag
hold up
i need the kind of paper i could fold up
need a platinum diploma
make it happen like a grown up
i think its time for to blow up
heaven or h-ll ima only go up
give me a s with a line down the middle
you know thats the gang sign i throw up
i want my bag, f-ck it
i want my bags
i turn a hater to basura
that mean that you trash yea
you’ll never last
not another quarter past
heard that they call me the trouble man
so i need a rubber band fast, yea

[hook]
i want my bag
i want my bag
i want my bag today
i want my bag
im in my 747 all the way fly
then i jumped in the 645
now i’m in my porsche 911 switching lanes

i want my bag
i want my bag
i want my bag today
i want my bag
im in my 747 all the way fly
then i jumped in the 645
now i’m in my porsche 911 switching lanes
(skurr skurr yeah)

- dashius clay

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