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rob vicious – get a bag lyrics

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pull some of that bass out bruce

[verse 1: rob vicious]
legend in the making (ay)
lil robin at top ten, n+gga ain’t no debatin’
b+tch stop playing’, let me get back to what i was sayin’
ain’t no prayin ‘gon’ stop me from goin’ super saiyan
hate on me for what (what)
pillow takin’ bout lil ross you can buss a nut
n+gga so what, n+gga so what
still chasin’ them bucks
i ain’t giving up, the lord knows i don’t give no f+cks
keep that same energy you had up on that wi+fi
this 45′ will turn that white into some tah+dah
i throw a scope on this b+tch, we playin’ i+spy
anything else you wanna say ‘fore you go bye+bye

[chorus: rob vicious]
get out your feelings, get a bag n+gga
tell me what you got, don’t wanna hear bout’ what you had n+gga
n+ggas said they trappers, on they ass that sh+t sad n+gga
you ain’t gon’ get it being mad n+gga
what you know about early morning flights ‘n jet lag n+gga
i make more money than your dad n+gga
you ain’t gon’ get it being mad n+gga
my youngin’ wildin’ like fight, scrimp and stab n+ggas

[verse 2: rob vicious]
told you once and i ain’t tellin’ n+ggas twice
keep comin’ at me wrong, i swing this left and get him right
karma keep coming back and get me to that b+tch, this my life
sh+t happens, it’s aight’
really thugged up in that d+home
still with that action, asked the n+gga i just beat on
flyed in a b+tch with this glock 23′ on
i leave you stankin’ like that hoe i swerved and peed on
n+gga don’t ‘chu think
i won’t push up on a n+gga faster for you take a blink
and your sh+t don’t stink
cut it off, somebody give me a drink

[chorus: rob vicious]
get out your feelings, get a bag n+gga
tell me what you got, don’t wanna hear bout’ what you had n+gga
n+ggas said they trappers, on they ass that sh+t sad n+gga
you ain’t gon’ get it being mad n+gga
what you know about early morning flights ‘n jet lag n+gga
i make more money than your dad n+gga
you ain’t gon’ get it being mad n+gga
my youngin’ wildin’ like fight, scrimp and stab n+ggas

[verse 3: fenix flexin]
just bought a brand new stick for my glock 9
if the cops pull us over, girl it’s not mine
i got my wrist on froze, finna’ stop time
you got a gun for the gram, i finna’ pop mine
you been loyal to the b+tch, i like to swap mine
red bottoms on my feet like a stop sign
you be hidin’ from the opps, i like to drop mine
i got my baby mama trippin’, i got caught lyin’
n+gga wanna stop me, n+gga stop tryin’
n+gga wanna pop me, he get popped tryin’
n+gga go to war with us and finna’ stop dyin’
i can do this in my sleep, i am not tryin’
n+gga got a bust+down but them not diamonds
if i gotta do that time, i am not cryin’
first class to hawaii, i finna’ swap climates
all i can do it add it up, like i cannot minus

[chorus: rob vicious]
get out your feelings, get a bag n+gga
tell me what you got, don’t wanna hear bout’ what you had n+gga
n+ggas said they trappers, on they ass that sh+t sad n+gga
you ain’t gon’ get it being mad n+gga
what you know about early morning flights ‘n jet lag n+gga
i make more money than your dad n+gga
you ain’t gon’ get it being mad n+gga
my youngin’ wildin’ like fight, scrimp and stab n+ggas