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bagboy mell - scoring lyrics

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, n-gg- check the score, ‘cuz we keep scoring
b-tch i had to shoot my shot, like i’m free throwing
yeah i had to take that risk like i’m d-boy
put a tag on yo’ team, get ’em destroyed
all these fire -ss bows, got ’em sent in
glock .40 smoked my wrist, had to switch hands
told mani play center, he the big man
b-tch i came up off that b-tch, i’m the six man
b-tch i’m big dawg, getting bricks off
yeah i had to hit that brick with that fentanyl
i know you p-ssed off, ‘cuz you tricked off
if you playing with my cheese, get you picked off
b-tch, we gon’ keep serving ’till the feds come
hit him and his mans, that’s and one
.40 came with a beam, and a d-mn drum
treat these rap n-gg-s like they my d-mn son
if you looking for them beans. hit my samsung
b-tch i only want the neck, keep yo’ pants on
i can sell anything i put my hands on
big choppa make him dance like it’s hands on
imma rich n-gg-, you a b-tch n-gg-
heard yo’ girl go both ways, have my b-tch get her
stuff this d-ck in her, then i dismiss her
b-tch i ain’t buying weed, you only get liqour
you got yo whip from a broker, we don’t do those
with them fake -ss buffs, them b-tches kudos
got my dog in the o, selling cool joe
yeah they mad i took off, i’m on pluto
if you looking for them beans, i need two-fo
if i gotta cross the eight, i need two mo
feds asking what he sellin’, n-gg- who knows?
red face on the rollie. but it’s blue though
this b-tch bust down, don’t get bust down
heard opps talking crazy, they on hush now
b-tch i’m up now, double up now
she ain’t want me back then, i’m her crush now
y’all p-ssy -ss n-gg-s better moo-oove, yeah, this b-tch ah bruise you

- bagboy mell lyrics

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