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letra de bag talk - hoodrichlouu

can’t f-ck with a thot but she can come shake it
these hoes say they love me but they fakin’
i ain’t yo gotti but you can come rake it
i just want the top why you gettin’ naked
i’m getting money i know that they hate it
i got them grams you know that i weigh it
i got a glizzy you know that i spray it
i’m in love with the wife so i can’t even fake it
i’m getting money and thats why they mad
n-ggas claimin’ you be switching with you and your bag
n-ggas say sum i pull up wit them mags
my name in they throat sayin’ it like some facts
n-ggas so broke and these n-ggas be lame
n-ggas talk sh-t do it all for the fame
young n-ggas wit guns talk but they ain’t got no aim
if i pull up wit gang then we rub off the paint
why these lil n-ggas be acting for b-tches
sayin’ they beat the case but they be snitchin’
pull up wit that 30 call me scotty pippen
you f-ckin’ broke b-tches model hoes i be hittin’
know i be flippin’ and packin’ and sending
roll it and puff it start from the begining
don’t want to talk really be out here k!llin’
be high off my -ss on this lean i be sippin’
i ain’t selling no ace hit me up for the pound
if a n-gga talk tough i’ll put his -ss down
n-ggas know louis be hot around town
you know i stay wit a glock that b-tch hold a hundered rounds
hoes like where you get that money i stay in the trap
flippin’ these packs and i’m sendin’ these packs
i used to be broke and i ain’t goin’ back
see you better not be mad if i don’t text you back
lotta bad hoes so i just f-ck a bro n-gga
know that i put a hoes waist to my swisher
i’m from la bicth you know that i clip it
only took me 30 seconds and you know that i hit it
got so much money it don’t make no sense
feds pull up to the trap and i’m hoppin’ the fence
i know she wanna f-ck she ain’t gotta give hints
n-ggas big on my name i need me some breath mints
n-ggas so corny actin’ all for these hoes
same n-ggas sneak diss claiming after your bros
know i smoke back i be blowin’ these o’s
these n-ggas rookies you know i’m a pro
i went to the mall and i spent the whole check
n-ggas talk sh-t put that choppa to his neck
beat them real good ’til they show me respect
i don’t f-ck wit no more poles i stay wit attack
n-ggas that laughed when i ain’t had no money
droppin’ these bangers now they don’t think sh-t funny
choppa’ made that n-gga jump like a bunny
and i trap so much i should put i’m no muzzy
these hoes f-ck wit me cuz i got so much bread
it only take a brick to get a shot at this head
f-ck wit these n-ggas they out like the feds
remember i’m back sayin n-ggas on ped’s

- hoodrichlouu

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