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quilly – bag lyrics

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[intro: quilly]

ride for that bag!
slide for that bag
b-tches’ll cross you, n-gg-s’ switch sides for that bag!
big bag; santa claus
cookin’ up, it’s comin’ back; diana ross
gettin’ to it! n-gg-s’ mad
cuz i was broke and came back wit a bigger bag!
give me that bag, i want the bag!
give me that bag, i want the bag!

[verse 1: quilly]

i’m still countin’ money, i ain’t makin’ sh-t
i want that kinda bag, i gotta weigh that sh-t
this b-tch countin’ my pockets, man i hate that sh-t
want me to take her shoppin’ like she help me make that sh-t
in the field, catchin’ plays, 10 shows, 6 days
see, i’m a trendsetter, you just ride waves
“e” choppin’ bricks, he the sensei
paranoia, somebody call my lawyer
that bag like, better get that bag right
fore’ i send some n-gg-s’ at you, for a bag of that dough
they be right at your head, put a tag on your toe
dollar dollar bill n-gg-
hittin’ licks, make you strip; dollar bill n-gg-
keep that 40 tucked in my tommy hillfigers
i get that bag by myself, i don’t feel n-gg-s

[intro: quilly]

ride for that bag!
slide for that bag
b-tches’ll cross you, n-gg-s’ switch sides for that bag!
big bag; santa claus
cookin’ up, it’s comin’ back; diana ross
gettin’ to it! n-gg-s’ mad
cuz i was broke and came back wit a bigger bag!
give me that bag, i want the bag!
give me that bag, just give me that bag!

[verse 2: quilly]

junkies knockin’ at my door, they got it bad
my n-gg- just called me, said he needed half
ok, i’m steppin’ up my bag cuz you made me mad
you f-ckin’ up your credit, runnin’ up your tab
and, i don’t owe these n-gg-s’ nothin’
on that, i’ma charge my uncle and my cousin
soon as you gettin’ to it, n-gg-s’ say you stuntin’
when i was f-cked up, you ain’t give me a onion
now, i’m stuntin’; givenchy
now, i’m stuntin’ in fendi
all i want is that bag, please don’t short me a penny
i’ll hit you wit the semi, do it all for the benji
ain’t it crazy, tables turn, now they callin’ me stingy
now they callin’ me greedy, i ain’t feedin’ the needy
i ain’t takin’ care of that hoe, that b-tch did me greezy
makin (?), prolly go straight to the top
get me away from the snakes, get me away from this block
medicine bag, overdose, them n-gg-s’ crossed
now i’m holy ghost
i don’t respect attempts, get your wreck up
but i respect the n-gg- wit his check up!

[intro: quilly]

ride for that bag!
slide for that bag
b-tches’ll cross you, n-gg-s’ switch sides for that bag!
big bag; santa claus
cookin’ up, it’s comin’ back; diana ross
gettin’ to it! n-gg-s’ mad
cuz i was broke and came back wit a bigger bag!
give me that bag, i want the bag!
give me that bag, just give me that bag!



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