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rawood - bag talk lyrics

[intro: icewear vezzo]
mia jay c
i hear you, jay c
yeah, ay

[verse: rawood & icewear vezzo]
smoke a p+ssy n+gga like a backwood
ain’t never play no basketball, but i trap good
yeah, you ain’t really gangster, you just act hood
think he finna run up with that paper, finna whack good
(ay, ay)
i ain’t feelin’ so stressed, ain’t gon’ settle just like this ack would
smack the sh+t out of that boy just like his dad would
my momma don’t want me servin’ packs
but she know that i’m d+mn good
i move a fifty pack, posted in the d+mn hood (ay)
we ‘a bleed them n+gga’s block until we ran out of bullets
walk a p+ssy n+gga down, and then i stand and pull it
got that f.n. in my pocket, hit him in his hoodie
yeah, this dawg so strong, that b+tch need a mullet
(ay)
when i’m f+ckin’ on his b+tch, she want me ‘grab her hair and pull it
i’m a dealer
blow the spot up, if you ain’t tryna pay my muller
mask on while i’m drivin’, hunnid bowls in the trunk
my mans put this deal together, so i break him off a chunk
i just poured a pint of tenth in here with rawood
big choppa, that b+tch flip a whole car hood
i got a laser on the ar, look like star wars
took a hunnid+thousand to la and i bought all kush
(ay, ay)
big ak, with a serty, b+tch ‘a clock pours
bought a seven+grand blunt from the cigar store
steppin’ throught the mud up in my concords
i made it here today, so you know that’s what i grind for
got so much water on my neck, might f+ck around and drown
oh, he got a thousand pints? i’m finna buy him out
put so much pressure on the boys, i made them throw the towel
forty in a draco with me when i ride to town
man, i feel like mayweather ‘way i’m boxing up these bowls
stackin’ up these pros, and if your price right, i get it gone
i can’t love you baby, so i gotta lead you on
this is strictly bag talk, go and listen to them songs

- rawood lyrics

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