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letra de stay in ya bag - peewee longway

[intro]
yeah, longway, longway
(his name is kino beats)
know what i’m sayin’?

[verse 1]
yeah, i been trappin’, sellin’ zaza
the stick gon’ match your vibe and i can’t wait to send you bye-bye
her ass ain’t matchin’ her thigh, can’t come at a n-gga like me talkin’ ’bout payin’ for p-ssy
choppin’ in two different bags, i’m trappin’ and rappin’, the back end, spend it on bud
i used to be dozin’ off and pourin’ up drank so dark, you could taste the sud
box it and punch it to a-town, sprinklez so strong, you smell it, you taste the bud
i done took so many l’s with so many bills, all a n-gga wanna see is a w
good game, auntie always told me, and f-ck it, then i’ll book the w
stay down, stack up the paper, don’t never look back, go get what’s in front of you
i been chasin’ this dream, still on a marathon, all my whips, they nip’ blue
seven days, still trappin’ the traphouse, twelve o’clock, i get it shipped through
you can go call your plug and tell him that pack he sent straight boo-boo

[chorus]
run your money up, them n-ggas stay inside your bag (run it up)
havin’ the sprinklez, we put in the goyard, don’t do turkey bags or black bags
i’m a real trapper, i can sell you what you wanna
told my country boy the same thing, meet me ’round the corner
all these d-mn gas bags, sh-t smell like ammonia
i sip so much syrup, i don’t even think i caught corona
all these d-mn falcon plays, i feel like i’m the owner
ain’t cuffin’ on none of these b-tches, i’m just tryna bone her
[verse 2]
everything cod, no favors, ain’t no loan, lil’ n-gga
i’m jude right youngest baby, you know i’m on point, ain’t no hoein’ no n-gga (judy baby)
i spin sh-t one-deep, when i’m shootin’ sh-t, sound like four n-ggas (baow)
it’s a must that i eat, all my family first, no broke n-ggas
these streets get cold as h-ll, when it’s hot outside, get your coat, lil’ n-gga
these hoes go faster than me, they f-ck as i’m drivin’ the boat, lil’ n-gga
and i’m goin’ fast
i go to the waco and reup with bags, 220 the dash
yeah, a f-ck n-gga play, he gon’ lay where he play, .223 on his ass (baow)
tell my n-ggas to come up, we went with plan, ran that sh-t up off of slabs
i’m a boss, still trap in the back of the benz, in my outfit, that’s my lab
i got me somethin’ thick and somethin’ pretty, she tell her to bend over, grippin’ her ass
they said the pack on a layaway, know what i did? put that sh-t on the cab

[chorus]
run your money up, them n-ggas stay inside your bag
havin’ the sprinklez, we put in the goyard, don’t do turkey bags or black bags
i’m a real trapper, i can sell you what you wanna
told my country boy the same thing, meet me ’round the corner
all these d-mn gas bags, sh-t smell like ammonia
i sip so much syrup, i don’t even think i caught corona
all these d-mn falcon plays, i feel like i’m the owner
ain’t cuffin’ on none of these b-tches, i’m just tryna bone her

- peewee longway

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