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letra de bag it up - haks honcho

[verse 1 – haks honcho]:
gotta hit the block, cocaine in my socks
the grind don’t stop, headed to the top
say you got that work? ohhh brother please stop
you never did no dirt dummy, you a prop
the only thing you bagged, was in a f-cking shop
trust me you don’t wanna see me as a opp
sweeper cleans you like a janitor, i call it mop
got machines on my arms operating, robocop
in the field i cut these c-nts up like they’re crops
i’m the one playing cat & mouse with the cops
grinding like a mule, liam neeson, non-stop
i’m going eastwood with the good-good-goodies
got that grade a for your boogie, no hoodie
i’m always taking risks for the numbers like a bookie
short b-tch, give it up for a bag, snookie
let the razor hit, watch it crumble like a cookie

[bridge 1 – haks honcho]:
…aye my brother
aye my brother, that sh-t’s too pure cuz
you gotta jump that sh-t, add some creatine in there or something
jump that sh-t lan…

[verse 2 – haks honcho]:
gotta clean my fingernails when i’m done bagging up
hit the road with this spanish mami, lad she bad as f-ck
sippin on some slow-motion, pain-stop, double-cup
hit the plug up, i need more weight, i doubled up
i’m the top boy, top shotta, you the runner up
got them block boys, with them hot toys, they run-a-muck
the pump make your heart skip and jump like it’s double dutch
roll through, bust ’em up, speed off, double-clutch
my boys making names for themselves, self-made
got the fame, put the frame on the shelf, well-played
feeling like drake, when i did my first rip
nothing was the same when i seen my first brick
charge it to the game when i hit you with that stick
i’m a lion untamed, you’ll get chewed up real quick
got them point fives two-hunj, one gram’s three-fifty
nervous when you’re tryna get on, please don’t make me iffy
ughh

[hook – haks honcho]:
bag it up got rocks, bag it up got rocks
gotta hit the block, cocaine in my socks
bag it up got rocks, bag it up got rocks
gotta hit the block, cocaine in my socks
bag it up got rocks, bag it up got rocks
gotta hit the block, cocaine in my socks
bag it up got rocks, bag it up got rocks
gotta hit the block, cocaine in my socks
[verse 3 – kem sosa]:
young blade runner, keep it hot like the summer
nine bang like a drummer, call me young gunner
five-star like stunna, like young thugga
i’m a bad-bad-bad, i’m a bad motherf-cker
always on the road doing runs like a trucker
go passed the flats and stash away my glocks
finishing weighing up then put the rocks in my socks
we put that o-t cuzzy something like a clock
we hustle non-stop and never talking to the cops
if you looking for the rip, trust me brother you’ll get chopped
let the junkie flops know, this is not a hock-shop
no tick, no freebies or no f-cking swaps
bagging up the dots lan, bagging up the dots
point by point cuzzy weighing up our stocks
the block is always hot so we hide it in our socks
rocks in the socks, socks in the nike shoes
haaah

- haks honcho

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