letra de bags - emilio
(capo this sh-t bang)
//emilio//
[hook x2]
f-ck a band
i’m tryna get a bag
designer everything
some sh-t i neva had
bad b-tch with me and she comin to the lab
bad b-tch with me and she sittin on my lap
f-ck a band
i’m tryna get a bag
designer everything
some sh-t i neva had
bad b-tch with me and she comin to the lab
bad b-tch with me and she sittin on my lap
[verse 1]
walk around town with my pockets lookin fat
got a chain on the side cause n-gga that’s my swag
all i see is dolla signs cause we gettin cash
i wanna drop top and a new jag
all my n-ggas mobbin and we dressed in all black
remember we had nothin now we got it all back
(aye)
ridin through the six wit my shorty
sippin 40’s
poppin tags
cause we afford it
so annoyin
n-ggas talkin
like they got it
they ain’t got sh-t
when i’m hot
cameras flashin
cause my fashion
so exotic
it’s hypnotic
(aye)
you super naughty baby
you look so good baby
these diamonds dancin baby
(aye)
(huh)
what you wanna do
you can come through
only me and you
when i got it imma cash you out
imma fly you out
buy you all these things
show you what i’m bout yea
[hook x2]
f-ck a band
i’m tryna get a bag
designer everything
some sh-t i neva had
bad b-tch with me and she comin to the lab
bad b-tch with me and she sittin on my lap
f-ck a band
i’m tryna get a bag
designer everything
some sh-t i neva had
bad b-tch with me and she comin to the lab
bad b-tch with me and she sittin on my lap
//capo//
[verse 2]
hitta free throw
223 inna pea coat
sn-tch yo whip like a repo
6 inna clip gotta reload
(no)
widda c note
runnin widda tech imma clap back
check for a
glock goin
cash that
thang c-cked
back where the
racks at
(yaahh)
put it all in a bag
louis vuitton never keepin the tag
hunnids on hunnids i’m runnin it back
500 k for the whip in the stash
at yo door widda mac
keep elevens on me know it’s a fact
never gunnin less i know issa wrap
pull them out and all my shooters attack
k!lla’s i’d die fo
that’s what i’m alive fo
keep it inside of the family
who i supply fo
i keep my eyes low
smokin the best of the best
pound of the purp know i’m blessed
that’s how i deal with the stress
hop out the whip with the
ice on my wrist and a glock on my hip with banana clips
money gone cover the table
monopoly rock with me
never no counterfeit
keepin the hustle alive widda drive know i strive issa
thang and i’m proud of it
it’s never what i put into the game
homie it’s what i get out of it
//emilio//
[hook x2]
f-ck a band
i’m tryna get a bag
designer everything
some sh-t i neva had
bad b-tch with me and she comin to the lab
bad b-tch with me and she sittin on my lap
f-ck a band
i’m tryna get a bag
designer everything
some sh-t i neva had
bad b-tch with me and she comin to the lab
bad b-tch with me and she sittin on my lap
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