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t$an (us) – baghdad lyrics

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[intro]

yeah (3x)
uhh…
what i say ?

[chorus]

where the bag at ?
n-gga, where the bag at ?
(huh)

f-cking on a n-gga b-tch
yeah i had that
(uhh)

yeah, n-gga dropping bombs
like i’m baghdad
(uhh)

got my b-tch so bad
i had to bag that
(uhh)

n-gga screaming “slatt”
where your flag at ?
(where your flag at ?)

all my drip red
n-gga you can’t have that
(you can’t have that)

i got hoes on top (???)
b-tch -ss to fat
i had to grab that
(had to grab that)

[pre-verse]

had her pulling on my d-ck
like a ukulele
(ukulele)

i got k!llers on my side
so you can never play me
(uhh huh)

i got all these chains
n-gga feel like ???

i got all this water
yeah my diamonds runny

got a b-tch so bad
i don’t know what to call her

and the car got curtains
riding in mercedes

always been that n-gga
even when i was a baby
if a n-gga wanna work
then he gotta pay me

[verse 1]

ain’t sh-t free
nah
i need a big bag

hit’em in his face
p-ssy n-gga seeing zig-zags
(yeah)

big b’s
plus i got a big flag
glock 9
hold 32
that’s a big mag

riding with my gang
like it’s six flags
(yeah)

pop a p-ssy n-gga
like a tic-tac

counting all this cash
while i sit back
(yeah)

p-ssy n-gga stole my swag
give my sh-t back
(yeah)

[chorus (2x)]

where the bag at ?
n-gga, where the bag at ?
(huh)

f-cking on a n-gga b-tch
yeah i had that
(uhh)

yeah, n-gga dropping bombs
like i’m baghdad
(uhh)

got my b-tch so bad
i had to bag that
(uhh)

n-gga screaming “slatt”
where your flag at ?
(where your flag at ?)

all my drip red
n-gga you can’t have that
(you can’t have that)

i got hoes on top (???)
b-tch -ss to fat
i had to grab that
(had to grab that)

[verse 2]

i feel like a rich n-gga
i ain’t even rich yet
(ion’t even rich yet)

i got several bad b-tches
i ain’t hit yet
i just opened the mail
i got a new check
got some lean in my cup
i’m sipping new tec

got a bad b-tch
check her off my check list
an i’m still rocking diamonds
in my neckless
an my clothes one of one
no you can’t get this
they be all on my d-ck
i’m still a misfit

diamonds shining on me
you can’t miss this
i can’t f-ck no broke hoe
need a rich b-tch

she a ???
boy, you a big b-tch
i’ll punch a n-gga out
like christmas
an my money stand tall
i’m talking 6’6
i be counting the guap
do it with quickness
i’m run up a bag
ain’t talking fitness
i’m a hit everybody
don’t leave a witness

i been balling so hard
like i need sponsor
i just f-cked two hoes
up in the concert
i done broke a few hoes
b-tch i’m a monster
yeah
we got way more sticks
then the mobster

nah n-gga
we ain’t the same
y’all n-ggas softer
the way i keep on
balling and balling
i need a offer
???
tell my b-tch
“if she ever leave me..”
then i’m a off her

[chorus]

where the bag at ?
n-gga, where the bag at ?
(huh)

f-cking on a n-gga b-tch
yeah i had that
(uhh)

yeah, n-gga dropping bombs
like i’m baghdad
(uhh)

got my b-tch so bad
i had to bag that
(uhh)

n-gga screaming “slatt”
where your flag at ?
(where your flag at ?)

all my drip red
n-gga you can’t have that
(you can’t have that)

i got hoes on top (???)
b-tch -ss to fat
i had to grab that
(had to grab that)

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