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baggy saint g - rob you lyrics

[intro]
ayo
baggy in da building
spitting some sh+t to yall mof+ckers out there
you feel me doug?
you feel baggy saint g in your godd+mn area
represent myself and i only
ay
ay
ay

[verse 1: baggy saint g]
i come on the beat like i ain’t give a f+ck of sh+t
but i give f+ck of sh+t like glaentzer don give f+ck of kids
who cares of baggy opinions?
baggy ain’t serious
b+tch i eat everyday cheerios cereal
how can’t i be serious?
baggy g
the master like muten san in the house
but i’m not into pows
i like saying the same sh+t many times
’till your good sense can’t be found and your nervous system get shocked down
get the f+ck out my way ’cause i’m gonna make noise loudly
i’m tryna tell you why i’m involved in the murder in the backseats
i got no problem sayin sh+t
you can call me crazy ladies
but i’d rather die twice instead of l!ck an ass daily
like you f+cking lazy d+ckheads like the f+cking donnarummas babies
hate me ’cause i hate women talking like the women are above the male beings
but i love ’em when they wanna ride the saint’s d+ck
[hook: baggy saint g]
baggy is gonna rob you
’cause you stupids
hang around with costly stuff
baggy is gonna rob you
cause you stupids
hang around with costly stuff

[verse 2: baggy saint g]
knock ’em
f+ck ’em
who tell you stop it tell him suck my d+ck ‘fore i’m gonna shoot him
baggy likes the rotten
giving f+ck of nothing
“baggy i’m your friend what’s the matter darling?”
b+tch i’m f+cking
i don’t give a f+ck what you think
i don’t give a f+ck if my style is classified like sh+t
i don’t give a f+ck if everything in this sh+t’s dumb
i don’t give a f+ck neither when i’m screamin’ down the street
i have a lil c+ck
i’m bipolar
i hate women but i love c+nts
a social patological being with no love thoughts
tell me what to do
i don’t know
maybe f+cking lisa ann would make me way calm
but she’s busy having bigger implants
some say i’m crazy ’cause the rhymes i spit
some say i’m idiot ’cause the way i make my clothes fit
some say i’m dumb ’cause my english in italy
some can’t talk ’cause baggy cut their tongue and make ’em swallow it
[hook: baggy saint g]
baggy is gonna rob you
’cause you stupids
hang around with costly stuff
baggy is gonna rob you
cause you stupids
hang around with costly stuff

[outro]
baggy gonna rob you mothaf+cker

- baggy saint g lyrics

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