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c. venus – fresh off a bag lyrics

spear em in the chest like i’m gohan
i was taught to never fear, no one
i’ma blow up, then i put my bro on
f-ck her at my job like the zohan
the prime objective is to ball out
me and my dawgs don’t fall out
it’s a couple of yall rookies i should call out
if i’m goin’ , then you know i’m going all out
sleep good cause i know i got the bag off
whip a v6 but the b-tch gone drag off
what did we miss? sitting here at the tag office
like d-mn, we must be here
2018, the mystery year
i’m in the trap where the life ain’t a promise
it might be the culture, it might be the mamas
it yo right to rule but you think it’s obama’s
niggas is shootin and k!llin they dawg
my deuce on the dirt, he a groove, he a hog
said that built for this part of the war
i asked him: ‘say loc, what is all of this for?’
it’s hard to ignore
(he said) i’m just fresh off a bag

i do that magic, that ouija voodoo, met larry hoover in meditations
told him they k!lling the south with flakka
he was appalled by the devastation
i watched a lecture bout levitation
i’m taking trips and be outta body
the secrets of crip is i’m not a body
he in the league but he got a shotty
equipped with a grip and the dot’s green
come to our kitchen, the pots clean
call will come thru, it is not screened
yo girl will fall through and we shot scenes
she told me i need me a bottom grill
i gotta free cj, lil shawty chill
he be on tracks cause he got a deal
cv on track cause he got the will
i feel the vibe ain’t no using scales
bouta expand like when you inhale
put them on my back, i withstand a mountain
dirty birds, shippin atlanta falcons
what-it-do-longway

(hook)

don’t act like you didn’t notice, know this:
she do yoga, do the lotus, whoa this
the type of shit that make ya head nod
cl-ssmates hear this shit like heck naw
told em i would see them later, a waiter don’t get shit but old
get the shipment sold
married to the streets? if the b-tch propose
i’ma turn her down, then i’ma turn her up
let’s rise out the trap, put ya burner up

(hook)

i’ma come through and put this in a casket
ball on the gl-ss and my fist in the basket
questions can get yo lip zipped if you ask it
blowing a bag and i’m flippin a gasket
swaggin a meal, eat the steak or the grouper
life has been tough but they making a trooper
you call it mixtape, you making a blooper
fresh out of jail and j. bacon a hooper!

- c venus lyrics

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