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e-cig - gimme that bag! lyrics

[dj kyle k!lla]
d j kyle k!lla

[lil dew & lil rolexxx]
yeah, lil rolexxx, lil dew (scooch!)
this one goes out to all my homies (scooch)
tell ’em

[lil rolexxx & (lil dew)]
you get the bag and fumble it
i get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah)
straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash)
and the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)
lil mama a thot, and she got -ss (thot)
then she gon’ f-ck up her back (yeah)
pull up to the spot, livin’ too fast (yeah)
droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeah)
in italy, got two foreign hoes, they dm me (brr)
drop the top when it’s cold (drop top)
but you feel the heat (skrrt)
be real with me
keep it 100, just be real with me (ayy)
eat it up like it’s a feast whoa (eat it up)
they say the dope on fleek (yup)

percocet pill on me (percocet)
ice on my neck, baby, chill with me (ice)
them homies that flex in the back don’t say nothin’
them homies will k!ll for me (skrrt skrrt)
back ends i count in my sleep, on fleek
100k spent on a patek phillippe (phillippe)
b-tch, i’m a dog, eat my treat (hrr)
hop out the frog and leap (leap)
i put them bricks in the fender (huh, huh, huh ,huh)
my b-tch, she walk around like she kris jenner (kris jenner)
i used to break in and enter
then takeoff runnin’ like the game of temple (whew)
it’s simple, i play with her mental
momma said she saw me on jimmy kimmel (mama)
f-ck on that b-tch then i tip her
a nickel for me to take pictures (nickel)
i get that bag on the regular (bag) (whoo!)
i got a bag on my cellular (brr)
backin’ up, baggin’ up vegetables (bag)
bag of them cookies, it’s medical (cookies)
cocaine, codeine, etcetera (white)
cocaine and lean, it’s federal (white)
i take off, landin’ on nebula (huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
as of now 20 m’s on my schedule (takeoff!)

you get the bag and fumble it
i get the bag and flip it and tumble it (yeah)
straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash) (cash)
and the car came with a blunt in it (yeah)
lil mama a thot, and she got -ss (thot)
and she gon’ f-ck up her back (yeah)
pull up to the spot, livin’ too fast (yah)
droppin’ the dope in the stash (yah)
in italy, got two foreign hoes, they dm me (brr)
drop the top when it’s cold
but you feel the heat (drop top)
be real with me
keep it 100, just be real with me, whoo! (gucci)
eat it up like it’s a feast, whoa (eat it up)
they say the dope on fleek (yep)

i know that you homies gettin’ sick of me (eww-ah)
these chains on my neck cost a mil’ a piece (umm) (scotch!)
i don’t even like to freestyle for free (yup)
i put in the key and i ride the beat (brr)
i won’t even come out the house for free (huh-uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh)
i pay a homie to drive for me (huh?)
jay-z couldn’t even co-sign for me (brrt)
i do what i want, ’cause i’m signed to me (d-mn)
i get the, i get the, i get the bag (brrt)
they get the bag, have to cut it in half (gimme that bag!)
stop the comparin’, y’all makin’ me laugh (woop)
need the rehab, i’m addicted to cash (woo) (god d-mn!)
convertible wop, convertible top
my dope got a vertical, look at it hop (pot)
skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, and it jump out the pot (pot) (skrrt! skrrt!)
came out of jail and went straight to the top (pot) (ha, hu-brp, brrpp)

take it easy, baby (baby)
middle of summer, i’m freezin’, baby (go)
don’t leave me, baby (baby)
just drop to your knees and please me, baby (go)
i’m fascinated (babay!)
two b-tches so fine that i m-st-rbated (hah) (m-st-rbated)
congratulations, she brain me so good that i graduated (m-st-rbated) (wow)
they had to hate it (yeah)
i don’t f-ck with them homies, they plastic, baby (i m-st-rbated) (yeah)
a trapper, baby, i rap but i own all my masters, baby (she’s so hot i m-st-rbated) (yeah, hah!)
it’s tragic, baby, i pull up and f-ck up the traffic, baby (i m-st-rbated) (woo)
a savage, baby
i’m k!llin’ these homies, closed casket, baby (woo, woo)

you get the bag and fumble it
i get the bag and flip it and tumble it (tumble it!) (yeah)
straight out the lot, 300 cash (cash, cash, cash, cash, cash!)
and the car came with a blunt in it (gimme that blunt!)
lil mama a thot, and she got -ss
and she gon’ f-ck up her back (thot, thot, thot, thot) (her back, her back)
pull up to the spot, livin’ too fast
droppin’ the dope in the stash (yah)

you get the bag and fumble it
i get the bag and flip it and tumble it (tumble that sh-t!) (brr)
straight out the lot, 300 cash
and the car came with a blunt in it (a blunt in it) (brrrt)
lil mama a thot, and she got -ss
and she gon’ f-ck up her back (that sh-t gon’ f-ck up her back!) (brrt)
pull up to the spot, livin’ too fast
droppin’ the dope in the stash (yeh)

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