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thekid - get the bag lyrics

let’s go, go, let’s go, go, go go go go, yeah

baby, what are you cooking?

go, go, and go and get that bag
go, go, even if you wear a mask
go, go, all my haters i gotta pass
go , go , and you know i can’t come last

i walked in the field i saw heroes and villains they feeling like marvel, i told them assemble
don’t listen to no one i move like a rebel
how can i miss when i aim for the temple?
i’m rocking a beat like i’m rocking a baby
walked in the kitchen like, what are you cooking?
he tried to diss me, my n+gga don’t play me likе that
sh+t, you sound like a rookie
life is a gamblе and i’m rolling the dice
i took a risk and i paid the price
like the sun in the morning said i’m on the rise
i’m with your baby, she calling me nice
go, go, go and get that bag
go, go, put your city on the map
mello

go, go, and go and get that bag
go, go, even if you wear a mask
go, go, all my haters i gotta pass
go , go , and you know i can’t come last
go, go, and go and get that bag
go, go, even if you wear a mask
go, go, all my haters i gotta pass
go , go , and you know i can’t come last

they tried to make me fall but i ain’t give up at all
and just like a ball i start at the bottom
and bounce all the way going straight to the top
destined for this money ima go and rake it all
if she mad at me she ain’t complain
she suck it off
haters keep on talking
i just go ahead and drop that call
standing on my money i just grew up
now i’m six foot tall
i remember when i was broke, window shopping at the mall
now i’m up, if i want it ima cop it all

you know time ain’t free so if you’re trying to run my hand
you better hustle up, because i’m back for a bang
you know the stuff, they be talking about the clout
i do not have
i be inside of the factory cooking bangers, f+cking sh+t up with the gang
yeah, yeah, i’m sick of this coming up
you better recognize the name
uhuh give me all my flowers
that’s the way to party man
i’m never selling my soul
i can’t lose myself
i love the game
i’m stacking mandelas up
clink i’m sipping on shardi man
well, let me make a toast
i’m not trying to boast
i admit that i move like a ghost
what you expect when i live by the coast
the breeze, flows coming with the most
open your windows i macintosh you n+ggas
that’s right
oh, my gosh
don’t hate
that’s going to be a loss
don’t get lost in the sauce
against the odds, unstoppable
makdede ubumnyama ndikhanye bro
i been to the masses
i’m on go mode y’all about to love the goat
time to make these n+ggas go to the bank
i’m sick and tired of them
don’t compare
you know the rules of the game
i still need them commas tho

- thekid lyrics

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