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letra de big bag - lil sheik

[intro: yhung t.o.]
yeah, yeah, yeah
uh, uh, uh
yeah, yeah
(undefined)
(it’s hokatiwi)
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
all these hundreds in my pocket make my pants sag, yeah
she want a n-gga with a big bag, yeah
[?][0:23] get my back stabbed, yeah
high as f-ck and i still ain’t gon’ let this whip crash, yeah
i done really did the dash, i ain’t really spend it fast
tryna knock some n-ggas off, i went ran up a couple bags
rich since a minor, but you f-ckin’ with the big leagues
i keep a stick, i up this b-tch and let it empty

[verse 1: lil sheik]
n-ggas lyin’, only time they shootin’ sh-t is in the booth
to tell the truth, i still’ll wipe your n-gga nose for the loot
they copy everything i do
well, follow me and go and get some money
these n-ggas bummy, never seen a hundred
i’ll blow it all and get it back ’cause it ain’t nothin’
i can’t see nothin’ but hundreds, vision blurry under these buffies
chains on, i dare a n-gga touch me
it’ll get ugly before i let a n-gga play me like a sucker
i ain’t goin’ for it, n-ggas dyin’ ’bout this sh-t
you opp n-ggas better ride with that stick
i catch you lackin’, you gon’ die when you slip
a hundred in the chops, i won’t miss
don’t die tryna catch a vibe with a b-tch
’cause she might be the one to get a drop, all these b-tches f-ck with opps
they gon’ f-ck whoever f-ckin’ with ’em
i can’t f-ck with you if you ain’t tryna get no money with me, this ain’t free d-ck
[chorus: yhung t.o.]
all these hundreds in my pocket make my pants sag, yeah
she want a n-gga with a big bag, yeah
[?] get my back stabbed, yeah
high as f-ck and i still ain’t gon’ let this whip crash, yeah
i done really did the dash, i ain’t really spend it fast
tryna knock some n-ggas off, i went ran up a couple bags
rich since a minor, but you f-ckin’ with the big leagues
i keep a stick, i up this b-tch and let it empty

[verse 2: yhung t.o.]
can’t even count how many late nights posted with my n-ggas
slidin’ on a n-gga, still thinkin’ ’bout them riches
watched them all turn fake, i admit was in my feelings
just assume it ain’t real ’cause these days, you never know
and i still keep my pole just in case i gotta score with it
you know gang can’t get no pass if he froze with it
and i’m just me, baby, i don’t keep up no image
bro bounced out and show him what that j like
what that pain like, what your aim like, it’s a gravesite
i know ain’t right, ain’t no fair fight
and we gon’ take flight on the same night

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
all these hundreds in my pocket make my pants sag, yeah
she want a n-gga with a big bag, yeah
[?] get my back stabbed, yeah
high as f-ck and i still ain’t gon’ let this whip crash, yeah
i done really did the dash, i ain’t really spend it fast
tryna knock some n-ggas off, i went ran up a couple bags
rich since a minor, but you f-ckin’ with the big leagues
i keep a stick, i up this b-tch and let it empty

- lil sheik

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