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arhsiim - another bag lyrics

intro:
$ofaygo + rat runners

yeah+ah, yeah+ah, yeah+ah

chorus: lk
god i knew, when you died, i was locked down
but you in a better place with your pops now
smoke on 4 gram woods, just to calm down
getting high like rico, when i pop out
with a real cash money, almost lost count (yeah)
could’ve been my homie, to show me
lil n+gga, you is a phony (word)
you do not know me (dummy, yeah+uh)
these percs hurting my tummy
and i got another bag, just to run it up
i can’t tell no hoe (nah), they gon get my bro, get my bro
to free my bro out them cages (out them cages)
i will be patient (uh), they don’t get enough

verse 1: arhsiim & lk
(uh, uh, yeah, uhh)
nah, and i got another bag just to run it up

(yeah, and i got another bag, just to run it up)
(and i got another bag, just to run it up)
yeah, and i got another bag, just to run it up
shawty counting h+lla cash, arhsiim run it up, yeah (uh)
shawty counting h+lla cash, arhsiim run it up (yeah)

popping pillies, i been on my way (yeah)
smoking a grade, i been smoking h (yeah)
tell me bout the time, tell me the place (yeah)
b+tch i got this uzi in your face (brapp, brapp)
shawty, hope you in a better place (yeah, yeah)
i been making money selling h (selling dope)
i been making money smoking a grade (smoking a grade)
you turned to snitch, f+ck out my face (f+ck out my face)
smoking on these drugs, it ain’t laced (it ain’t laced)
popping all these pillies, got me fazed

outro: lk
with a real cash money, almost lost count (yeah)
could’ve been my homie, to show me
lil n+gga, you is a phony (word)
you do not know me (dummy, yeah+uh)
these percs hurting my tummy

(level)

- arhsiim lyrics

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