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sectionsmokes - run up a bag lyrics

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ima just go and just run up a bag

that boy a ham he going out sad

pop out on you like b+tch i’m yo dad

y’all n+ggas my seeds yall n+ggas my sons

i leave the crib and i’m getting some funds

look at my stack it ain’t no ones
we got call of duty guns

b+tch hit a line her nose run

ima hawk that boy down like go run

they just talking sh+t hating they don’t know nun

ima catch that boy slipping your so done

i go by this sh+t like a slogan

his clip gon jam with that promag

he gon get clipped for the toe tag

that boy on my d+ck he a whole f+g

b+tch we skrt off in the whole jag

beat the drum kit like a maxi pad

use my piece and punch me a taxi cab

i’m petty as f+ck like mr crabs
that b+tch a bop she prolly got crabs

we moving that sh+t like come get a slab

i’m getting the ? and i’m getting my racks

in the box with the seal i’m getting them packs

stilpane came from africa

pour 8 lines like a tarantula

busy as f+ck i need a manager

pop a addy for the stamina

up this b+tch it shoot like a camera

sl+t that b+tch then i’m scamming her

like a truck i’m ramming her

dip the chip i’m jamming it

after that i’m swiping it
get yo info i’m typing it

she hop on me d+ck she riding it

asked for a perc a gave him a vicodin

that boy toot it up and i’m piping it

i don’t walk down on that boy i’m sniping

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im with my twin

and we really rich

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i got so high

high she just hit a line

that b+tch might faint

then she might die

hit that hoe she cry

im so f+cking high

i can feel alive

i think that b+tch bi

i hit that b+tch and tell her bye

i ain’t even telling lies

that boy ? fries

ima stain that boy like grease yeah

she finna suck my meat yeah

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yeah k!ll that boy i creep yeah

k!ll that boy i creep i’m really him b+tch i’m he

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