soulja boy - i got a bag lyrics
[chorus: soulja boy]
n+ggas mad, cause i got a bag
i’m flexin with that sack that he never had
my true religion sag
oh i got these n+ggas mad
these n+ggas mad, cause i got a bag
i’m flexin with that sack that he never had
my true religion sag
i got these n+ggas mad, cause i got a bag
[verse 1: soulja boy]
got these n+ggas mad
cause i got a bag
hoppin out the porsh, true religion swag
hoppin out the rari, let my gucci sag
from my gucci lense, down to my gucci pants
damb i got these n+ggas mad
flexin in the club, with a f+ckin bag
30 bottles poppin, cause i got a bag
and i’m flexin with that sack, that he never had
got that n+gga mad, and my b+tches bad
and i’m blowin on this kush, got my eyes red
pullin up to the club, and we going in
i got that bag, ain’t [?]
ain’t no tellin, cause we flexin
gold on my necklace, living young and wreckless
n+ggas hating on me, cause i got that sack
cause i got that bag, cause i got that swag
[?] yo we pop tags
yo we pop 30’s, shoot him in his face
it ain’t really sh+t, tell my lawyer beat the case
sod money gang, yeah we in this place
[chorus: soulja boy]
n+ggas mad, cause i got a bag
i’m flexin with that sack that he never had
my true religion sag
oh i got these n+ggas mad
these n+ggas mad, cause i got a bag
i’m flexin with that sack that he never had
my true religion sag
i got these n+ggas mad, cause i got a bag
[verse 2: doe boy]
got these n+ggas mad, cause i got a bag
30 in my lap, n+gga fight the strap
pull up in that lax, all these back to backs
[?], get your ass jacked
whip the f+ckin dope, n+gga f+ck your crew
i got choppers n+gga, f+ck your f+ckin goons
born with no rules, pull up on your b+tch
told her hop inside this whip, suck my d+ck
fbg, sod
i don’t eat no food for breakfast, wake up, drinking lean
off a bean, and [?]
all i see is cash everytime i blink
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