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platinum jayy – studio bag lyrics

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(verse1) in the studio with it
this is that studio bag
yeah i be f-cking yo b-tch
yeah boy you looking real mad
my n-ggas they pull up with clips they gonna make you lay im not talking no chips
ima go f-ck on your b-tch she throwing it back whil i’m gripping her hips
that n-gga he nosey like mr. krabs daughter
that b-tch give me head just like it’s on a quarter i’m only fifteen like my name was vince carter
you look at my diamonds all you see is water
feed her a perc now she bounce like a bunny
why you laughing cause that sh-t ain’t funny
sipping lean yeah i’m getting real chunky
pour up a four yeah i pour up the muddy
we know kentrell sold his soul to a glock
i call up tyriece and he gone drop the top
she p-ssing the p-ssy around like a bop
i call up dondada he gone get you popped
we pull up with ks and we pull up with sticks
i get the cash yeah i get the bricks
get them blue hundos like lelo and stich
you kissing that b-tch on her lips it’s my d-ck
k!lling this beat yeah i’m going real crazy
f-ck on your b-tch every day ian lazy
got a few m’s like my last name was shady
these n-ggas so fake and they be so fugazi
all of my n-ggas some shooters
they got 223’s and they stay with the rugers
shout out to cc he’ll ride like a uber
these n-ggas some hoes wanna beef on computer



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