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letra de bag - stalley

[intro: takeoff]
bags, bags, bags
bag, bag, bag, bag
bag, bag, bag, bag
bag, bag

[verse 1: stalley]
i put 15s in the wraith
the rollie got diamond the face
grilled up got diamond my face
i’m shilled up got toolie on waist
cuz these n-ggas they truly do hate
the trap i had to escape
i-i be with lions and apes
these hoes are lying to your face
don’t believe nothing they say
they-they just want get to my safe
i want a mansion, stones dancing, smoking ones to the face
these not air 1s, these cost 3 hundred, these are what we call bapes
every car come with drapes
i’m big rolling mansion i’m blazed
started with trafficking, wrist doing magic
chopping this wraith and the plates
i caught the back end
whipped it and wrapped it
ran through all of my plates
scr-ped it from the bottom, every inch i got em, got em all out the tray
straight from the bottom, filled every hollow in the clip with that k

[hook: stalley]
i gotta get me a bag, i gotta get me a bag, yeah
i gotta get me a bag, i gotta get me a bag
i gotta get me a bag, i gotta get me a bag, yeah
i gotta get me a bag, i gotta get me a bag
spend my re-up and go get it back
i gotta get me a bag, i gotta get me a bag, yeah
i gotta get me a bag
she stripping to get all that cash, cuz she say she need a new b-tt
i gotta get me a bag, yeah i gotta get me a bag

[verse 2: takeoff]
i gotta (gotta), get me a (huh), big old (cash), bag (bag)
i like my (i like my), women with (women with), pretty face and a fat -ss
i put the bundles in trap bags
she put the dope where she put the pad
she hold a stick in the birkin bag
when she throw the dope it’s a perfect p-ss (phew)
i had a dream about money n-gga, woke up and start thumbing through a hundred bands (thumb it down)
keep up that franco, draco, make a n-gga do the running man (go!)
me and stalley, a big bag of molly, with ten b-tches say they from college (what college?)
before i f-ck her check her knowlege
p-ssy so good moment of silence (shh…)
bright red with the team, if it don’t break bread it get violent (ay)
ain’t never seen the cup clean, take a look at my cup ain’t it violet (actavis)
all my n-ggas straight solid (yup), all my n-ggas hard-bodied (yup)
i gotta get me a bag of cheese, collard greens, asparagus and broccoli

[verse 3: stalley]
30 days in the trap, then i came back 30 day tags
five-mil how i’m running up saks
fear god how i’m running my swag
chain cost a brick and a half, .40 tucked off in the stash
blue benjis in brown paper bags, i’m juuging i’m ducking the task
this money be coming so fast, i’m running out places to stash
i got a trap house out cop county
bunch of made men like the mob around me
put a price on heads that’s a small bounty
want a big house, whole lotta land
my estate look like a small country
i drop ms make that money bungee
now that’s snapping, and you n-ggas still talk rapping
they been asking “stalley, when you start to talk trapping?”
i start laughing, i been busting down the small fractions
took this profit, and i spent it all on fashion n-gga

- stalley

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