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letra de gttb - marv47.wav
[intro]
(young marvin in his hay)
[chorus: marv47.wav]
gettin’ to the bag
aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
swagger so silky but
n-gga don’t milk me
don’t let me go off and brag
yeah, yeah
hot like a furnace
complete any purchase
not looking at the tag no way, aye, aye
these bands in my pockets
you a drag i’m a jockey
pants always f-cking saggin’
getting to the bag aye
getting to the bag aye
getting to the bag aye
getting to the bag aye
[verse 1: marv47.wav]
grind don’t stop
rock big rocks (aye)
bill big f-cks (yuh)
yeah my wrist hot (yeah)
bs the hotspot
got my b-tch rolling pot
money on thе clock
twelve to twelvе b-tch
don’t let sh-t rot uh
you only sorry when
you get caught, yeah
i avoid the snakes
got the crib on lock shoot my shot
no bot, make it drop
shake that ass smoke this grass
make sure the speakers blast
life is always moving fast
looking forward not the past
she’s saying that i’m harsh
so i had to f-cking pass
if you ain’t first you last
got her screams breaking glass
blackspadez taking tasks
short or little, not down the middle
[chorus: marv47.wav]
gettin’ to the bag
aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
swagger so silky but
n-gga don’t milk me
don’t let me go off and brag
yeah, yeah
hot like a furnace
complete any purchase
not looking at the tag no way, aye, aye
these bands in my pockets
you a drag i’m a jockey
pants always f-cking saggin’
getting to the bag aye
getting to the bag aye
getting to the bag aye
getting to the bag aye
[verse 2: fortune]
i’m sittin’ and drinkin’
i ain’t really thinking
what’s on my mind yeah
these b-tches is fiendin’
they hitting my line
ain’t got no time
yeah yeah
everyday, moving packs and weight
got no tax to pay
slacking is a virtue that i lack
and only time for stacking
i’m on brackin’, got a backwoods
we scale it up and bag it
get to the bag, get to the bag
get to the bag, yeah
told the b-tch get the rag
get the rag yeah, yeah
don’t call us if it ain’t about the money
separate phone for that
separate phone for hunnys
i don’t play the dummy
if she want a tummy tuck
b-tch, i’ma funny f-ck
and you n-ggas runnin’ out of sh-t
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
24/7 like 7-eleven
play with my cash you get to the heaven
or h-ll, what’s your preference on this mic
i got stripes like a referee
never get the best of me
otherwise you rest in peace b-tch
get the bag yeah, yeah
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