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letra de bag it up - j dlux

(aye 13 i like disss)
yeah
bag it up put it on the scale (beep)
red by the case got runts by the qp
n-ggas know lux you don’t gotta introduce me (yeah)
should i finesse em i think absolutely (absolutely)
antidepressant got me feelin moody (lets get it)
keep a xd on my d-ck like a groupie (fa)
my enemies hate me they still gone salute me (yeah, fa)

f-ckin his b-tch im exhausted (ba, ba, ba, yeah)
i spin the block til i feel like i’m nauseous (nauseous)
smg clips lift em up like hydraulics (hydraulics)
these n-ggas only beef on electronics (yeah, electronic)
military stick with a red light on it (fa, fa, fa)
got the ops praying all day, like islamic (islamic, uh)
this gun ain on safety i’m ready to pop it (pop it)
this glocky my baby it’s not up for adoption (ba, ba)

bag it up put it on the scale (beep)
red by the case got runts by the qp (frrr, fa)
n-ggas know lux you don’t gotta introduce me (yeah)
should i finesse em i think absolutely (absolutely)
antidepressant got me feelin moody (got me feeling moody, yeah)
keep a xd on my d-ck like a groupie (groupie)
my enemies hate me they still gone salute me (yeah, yeah)
i’m takin advantage of n-ggas they goofy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
so many racks (lets get it, yeah)
bring out the spread sheet
serve him a skimp yeah
it’s all in the technique (frrr, ba ba ba)
i used to hide all my sticks in the bedsheet (sticks, sticks)
used to hit hoes in and out like a deadbeat (deadbeat)
throwin my flag in the air like a referee (frrr, brra)
f-ckin that b-tch off a perc now her legs weak (uh, now her leg weak)
sound like a drum when i pull out dat xd (ba, ba)
you ain’t finna shoot ok cool n-gga let me (frrr, ba)

(bktherula)
it’s bk santana
sip faygo not fanta
i jug his big homie
your chimney like santa (yeah)
i got yo b-tch in the back of my sprinter
i run off on 12 won’t catch me with my hands up (brra)
home in manhattan we trap in atlanta
we f-ck up the scene i pull up in the phantom (grra)
i laugh to the bank and yo ass throw a tantrum (huh)
mac in the back
strapped
that hoe hear my voice hit the b-tton on repeat
got the vvs on
and i know you can see these (brra)
strapped on ig but let see it in 3d (brra)
these n-ggas ain’t crip ain’t no blood ain’t no gd’s (brra)
put the motherfc-king a in the back of the bd
finesse his ass and i say it’s a gg
that b-tch sniffy a i ain’t talking no me me
bag it up put it on the scale (beep)
red by the case got runts by the qp (frrr, fa)
n-ggas know lux you don’t gotta introduce me (yeah)
should i finesse em i think absolutely (absolutely)
antidepressant got me feelin moody (got me feeling moody, yeah)
keep a xd on my d-ck like a groupie (groupie)
my enemies hate me they still gone salute me (yeah, yeah)
i’m takin advantage of n-ggas that’s goofy (yeah, yeah, yeah)

- j dlux

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