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lil tecca - bag flow lyrics

[intro]
why is everything chrome?
everything is chrome in the future

[verse 1: sony dinero]
n-ggas still [?], these n-ggas be actin’, man
i got a mil’ in a month for these rappers, man
i f-cked your b-tch in the back, tracey, p-ss her man
hundred round drum on the d-ck, gonna blast her man

[verse 2: mbm vell]
f-cked on your b-tch and she lovin’ the gang
run up on me, he get left like a plant
i do the fendi, designer the frames
raf’s on my body, you not in my lane

[verse 3: lil tecca]
need me a rollie, i need me a jewly (ayy)
don’t f-ck with these n-ggas, i feel like judge judy (don’t-don’t, don’t-don’t)
i just took his b-tch, man, it ain’t nothin’ to me (gang)
new breesh in my pocket, yeah, this be the new me
he mad at the game ’cause his b-tch wanna do me
new patek on my wrist, the diamonds, the blue cheese
my n-ggas got grips, it ain’t call of duty (gang)
lil’ b-tch i’m so young (gang), i feel like i’m nudy (gang, gang, gang, gang)

[verse 4: jael]
the uzi, the choppa, the mac
i pull out the strap, i f-ck on his b-tch from the back
bands in the cold, i get it right back
[?] my feet, your fit lookin’ wack

[verse 5: sony dinero]
gettin’ this money, this sh-t is not new to me
cartier sh-t, gucci kicks with the ruby jeans
n-ggas who hop, but this sh-t is not new to me
he rockin’ levi, i’m rockin’ the nudy jeans

- lil tecca lyrics

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