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letra de nickel bag king (reggie on my mind) - jeremiah phillips

[intro]
wassup geee? huh?
yeah i’m in the trap right now (come and get it)
h-ll yeah, n-gga!
i’m shaking up them n-ggas sacks right now, all seeds (all seeds)
huh? yeah, yeah yeah pull up though
i’ll give you the three for the five, bet, ight (what you said)

[verse 1]
i get so much reggie, can’t even fit in a swisher
and if it’s really dookie brown, then you know you my n-gga
don’t come with that four dollas, i’m pullin’ out my trigger
all the loud man be hatin’ on me, ’cause they know i’m that n-gga
got that station wagon on dubs, with the fresh paint and the speakers
and i hop out with a tall tee, some girbauds and reebok sneakers
can’t post on my instagram, cause the loud man be snitchin’
on thе stand, pointin’ at the reggie man, likе “there go that n-gga”
i don’t understand why these women, go around pretending
like loud mans who they mess with, when the reggie man they n-ggas
’cause the same chick said she drink ciroc, be the same one who trippin’
svedka mixed with the cranberry ’cause every time

[chorus]
i wake up in the morning, i got reggie on my mind
one, two, three, four grams, and i got two nicks for the five
and all these loud n-ggas hatin’, tryna knock me off my grind
but i can’t let em’ do it, i got reggie on my mind
i got reggie on my mind (on my mind)
i got reggie on my mind (on my mind)
i got reggie on my mind (on my mind)
i got reggie on my mind, i got reggie on my mind
[verse 2]
selling nicks to everybody, not just the east side
i sold a nick in alabama, so your boy is worldwide
yes, the feds all on my trail, tryna catch me in a raid
i catch they lame ass off the clock and they gon’ have to catch this fade
caught my cousin stealin’ reggie, it hurt me to my heart
grabbed that n-gga by his shirt and started pickin’ him apart
some say i’m sellin’ huff, some say i’m sellin’ seeds
i tell ’em go to h-ll ’cause i’m that nickel bag king

[outro]
waaaa, what you said
mothaf-cka sellin’ no seeds, ain’t i? huh?
big nickel bags (big bags)
“chk chk chk chk chk”, that’s how fast i throw em up
“chk chk chk chk chk”, they goin’ ain’t they?
on the real, you know what it is
what you said

- jeremiah phillips

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