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gaea labelle - bags lyrics

[verse 1]
why he wanna test me
why he acting like i ain’t stressing
how he gonna text me
trying to tell me i’m being selfish
hating on me can’t be healthy
just ’cause i’m trying to be wealthy
and you settling for rich
why i gotta be a b+tch
why you the one still barking
you gon’ make me act darkskin
diana ross, a diva
know i’m a boss, mistreat her
they gon’ red dot an eye, tees are crossed
just like that get lost
like that body get tossed up
up a creek, down an isle
just like that get ghost (just like that)
peter pan, you burnt toast
this the jam i know
the n+ggas i know
got they hands on the bible
talk proper with the right folks
but only with the righteous minds
d+mn right they tote
but only with the rifles (right) down
(only with ten toes down)
talk proper with rifle
but only with the righteous mind
[hook]
no i never touched a gun
but i’m always with them n+ggas toting bags
(repeat 3xs)

[pre+chorus]
(this the jam i know
hands on the bible
the n+ggas i know
don’t give a f+ck about them high brow type folks
don’t give a f+ck if they yellow, white, or brown folk
talk with the rifle
but only with the righteous minds)

[hook]
no i never touched a gun
but i’m always dating n+ggas toting

[verse 2]
why he wanna test me nah
why he acting like i ain’t stressing out
trying to tell me to get some (bags)
but i have so many (bags)
under my eyes, look at me wow
i just need rest
i just be stressed
i need to get this off of my chest
i need to stretch
i need to vest up, prep up less
i need to act like you blessed
and i’m blessed, and we’re blessed
so we no need to contest so
why we competing though
why we just leading on
why we misleading folks
why we repeating um
are we just being ugh (dumb)
are we just beefing son
are we just having fun
are we just being funny
[outro]
no i never touched a gun
but i seen one after school
it was in this n+ggas hand
he was acting cool
but at the same time, just acting rude
acting a fooley, acting unruly
his hair so wooly
he knew he’s ruling
’cause he pulling out the (bag)
but baby put it back, back
i’d rather blow a (bag)
and it ain’t no tennis racket
but it make a racket

- gaea labelle lyrics

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