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letra de that bag - fbg dutchie

[intro: fbg dutchie]
fly boy gang (yeah)
money gang (let’s get it)
let’s do it (haha, reese g, you ready? oh, aight), leggo
let’s do it then

[chorus: fbg dutchie]
i do it for that bag (that bag), we shootin’ for that bag (that bag)
these n-ggas talkin’ crazy, i go stupid for that bag (that bag)
go ham for that bag (that bag), gon’ blam for that bag (that bag)
let these lame n-ggas know who i am for that bag (that bag)
i do it for that bag (that bag), we shootin’ for that bag (that bag)
these n-ggas talkin’ crazy, i go stupid for that bag (that bag)
go ham for that bag (that bag), gon’ blam for that bag (that bag)
let these lame n-ggas know who i am for that bag, uh (djay)
[verse 1: fbg dutchie]
i do it for that bag (i do), i trap for that bag (yes)
and if a n-gga try to take it, i’ma clap for that bag (bang)
i’m in love with that bag, shoot slugs for that bag (okay)
you can catch me in the club throwin’ dubs for that bag (rain)
i gotta get that bag (yep), so i’m movin’ jabs (yeah)
or you can say them packs, on the trey, that’s where i’m at (63rd)
gettin’ cake, clockin’ racks, cpd, they can’t stop that (they can’t)
well, if they do, i’m bouncin’ back, money tall and mountain stacks (whoo)
where the f-ckin’ mountain at? i don’t know, i’m too high
but if you try to take that bag, guarantee you gon’ die (yep)
h-ll yeah, i’m fly, goofy dude, i’m fbg (fbg)
and i’m gonna get that bag like it’s my destiny (it is)
b-tch, i got my swagger right, reese g on the left of me
and we both eatin’, b-tch, and it ain’t no recipe (we eatin’)
i’ma grind for that bag until it ain’t no breath of me
b-tch, i’ma grind for that bag until it ain’t no breath of me, l’s

[chorus: fbg dutchie & reese g]
i do it for that bag (that bag), we shootin’ for that bag (that bag)
these n-ggas talkin’ crazy, i go stupid for that bag (that bag)
go ham for that bag (that bag), gon’ blam for that bag (that bag)
let these lame n-ggas know who i am for that bag (that bag)
i do it for that bag (that bag), we shootin’ for that bag (that bag)
these n-ggas talkin’ crazy, i go stupid for that bag (that bag)
go ham for that bag (that bag), gon’ blam for that bag (that bag)
let these lame n-ggas know who i am for that bag, uh (okay)
[verse 2: reese g]
yeah, i’m clockin’ bags (gucci), cookin’ coke up with ’em fast (whip it)
ridin’ chevy bubble, baby, next year, i’m in the jag’ (new thing)
throwin’ bullets for the cash (what?), benjamins all out the ass
n-ggas sellin’ straight garbage, i be sellin’ n-ggas slabs (let’s do it)
got a ball for the eighty (what?), ever since, it’s duffle bags
got the nicks, dimes, and twenties, michael phelps, they goin’ fast
and i work it [?] ’cause i be quick to get a bag
all them other demonstrations, you can miss me with that trash
i’m a real-ass n-gga, any means to get a bag
give his deaf if it’s hoes, just as long as my bank don’t clean (yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s get it)
and you better know another thing, you know my sh-t don’t fold
so you better cuff your b-tch ’cause she been jockin’ on my pole (b-tch)
she been scopin’ out my chain and my wrist, that’s minus four (hey)
like that n-gga, wayne, and drizzy, makin’ thirty off a show (let’s get it)
you can catch me on the range, puttin’ the pedal to the floor (vroom)
copped a couple more bags, [?] lamborghini doors, yeah (hey)

- fbg dutchie

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