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bway yungy – bag na lyrics

[chorus]
they say, “lil’ n+gga, hold your head high”
i’m like, “f+ck you, n+gga, you ain’t never do nothin’ for me”
if you ain’t my mama or my bros, you can’t ask for nothin’
i’m doin’ good, i’m livin’ good, since you ain’t ask, but say you love me
remember i was bummy, i’m that same n+gga that came from nothin’
i got a bag now
can show my ass off
got a bad b+tch just to wipe me down
wanna ride, bro’nem got the sticks in the car, huh
n+gga, them sticks involved
catch his ass lackin’, i’m lettin’ him have it
no nfl, he gettin’ picked off

[verse 1]
it’s consequences when you f+ck with us
this n+gga must be trippin’ off angel dust
he moved wrong and he got flushed
you in beef, n+gga, what you slippin’ for?
7.62s, n+gga, let ’em off
caught this n+gga out of bounds
shouldn’t’ve had my name in his mouth
he lost, hе can’t be found
one, two, three, knock him down
turn your smile into a frown
don’t bе stupid, how many bullets take for a hundred clowns?
leave ’em clueless, all this gun smoke, but no sh+lls on the ground
remember when they turned me down, now all these b+tches want me now
he can talk that sh+t, when we catch him, reason he gettin’ popped
on that block, he can’t be recognized, he gettin’ shot
punched him down, hit him so hard that his shoes flew off
don’t bump opps around here, a n+gga get your speakers blew off
[chorus]
they say, “lil’ n+gga, hold your head high”
i’m like, “f+ck you, n+gga, you ain’t never do nothin’ for me”
if you ain’t my mama or my bros, you can’t ask for nothin’
i’m doin’ good, i’m livin’ good, since you ain’t ask, but say you love me
remember i was bummy, i’m that same n+gga that came from nothin’
i got a bag now
can show my ass off
got a bad b+tch just to wipe me down
wanna ride, bro’nem got the sticks in the car, huh
n+gga, them sticks involved
catch his ass lackin’, i’m lettin’ him have it
no nfl, he gettin’ picked off

[verse 2]
a n+gga ain’t never do sh+t for me
before gettin’ money, i was robbin’
sellin’ weed ain’t never work, was steady smokin’ all my profit
only job i ever had was cuttin’ grass to make some dollars
sixty on the reggie pack and it joke for to get me hide it
with my cousins playin’ cops and robbers, n+gga, i was the robber
started off as caps, now we got them tools, they way louder
fill your ass up with these slugs, you gon’ need way more than a doctor
don’t disrespect me like that, b+tch, you know that i’m a f+ckin’ goblin, huh

[interlude]
and that’s that
these b+tch+ass n+ggas don’t want no f+ckin’ smoke with us
ho+ass n+ggas
these n+ggas ain’t even like that on they side, n+gga
you know we gon’ ride ’til the motherf+ckin’ wheels fall off
[chorus]
they say, “lil’ n+gga, hold your head high”
i’m like, “f+ck you, n+gga, you ain’t never do nothin’ for me”
if you ain’t my mama or my bros, you can’t ask for nothin’
i’m doin’ good, i’m livin’ good, since you ain’t ask, but say you love me
remember i was bummy, i’m that same n+gga that came from nothin’
i got a bag now
can show my ass off
got a bad b+tch just to wipe me down
wanna ride, bro’nem got the sticks in the car, huh
n+gga, them sticks involved
catch his ass lackin’, i’m lettin’ him have it
no nfl, he gettin’ picked off

- bway yungy lyrics

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