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Big Bag Lyrics - Artist : Meekz
Gotta get mine a fast way
Quick money cash way, ski mask way I treat today like my last day I fuck a bitch from the back, she scream my man's name Gang way, gang way, gang way I'm too good for my own good We can all be bad thugs, I know it's hard to show love I've realized now I've grown up Big guap, big pack, big jazz Big bag, I'll have your bitch mad Big flicky or the big guap? I'm going sick mad, all I know is sick trap I'm hitting missions and we did grafts My life's been a bit mad I was wanted as a youngin', living life out of bin bags Twenty-one in jail, I'm on my twenty-one savage No heart like a Tin Man Cleanin' up like the bin man Clean up, clean up, clean up, I gotta clean up I'm too young to sit down, I can't put my feet up I just wanna smoke my weed, count rags and fuck a beat up All the risk I had to take just to be up Now I'm smiling at the re'up Meekz manage it, they know I fuck the T up Take chances, make choices, pull up in some Rolls Royces Straight gold, stay gold, you know we got some great voices Doing cemetery visits, can't remember these lyrics Can't stop, won't stop and I'ma never be finished Dizzy Diamond, that's a very deep lyric Diamonds are forever, are you deep in it? Even when we dead, they still feelin' it Light change, light change, light change Back here, off of the mainframe Gotta do what my mind say I don't think I've got a high left If I do, I'll probably choose to use my hot list Two mil, we got our child next Lightweight, lightweight, lightweight Quick, quick, gotta make the light switch Get it? All you've lived, that's a life perk I gotta get mine first, I try and get in it, take it for Do you for robbin', shottin' or mobbin' Not stoppin', get guap, next box and get guapin' No flossin', gotta stack up the profits They need money, don't have this, I got no hobbies Rap shit, feels like the fan's poppin' No stoppin', no stoppin', let's get guapin' Get guap, next box, just get guapin' No flossin', gotta stack it up and save up the profits They need money, don't have this, I got no hobbies Rap shit, feels like the fan's poppin', like, like the fan's poppin' Gotta get mine a fast way Quick money cash way, ski mask way I treat today like my last day I fuck a bitch from the back, she scream my man's name Gang way, gang way, gang way I'm too good for my own good We can all be bad thugs, I know it's hard to show love I've realized now I've grown up Big guap, big pack, big jazz Big bag'll have your bitch mad I gotta get mine a quick way, big cave, quick way Contour my wrist, take chances, never did take Always been great, good days, bad days, mad days, bad days All them clink days, yeah, all took me strains, I never been ways Bank wins for thinly pro stone, that's a piss take I turn moves digital, all to get my shit straight Big shit, hit shit, hit licks, nobody for my blood did this Rags to riches, straight prisoners I smoke woods but I prefer bristles |
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