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trdee – major bag lyrics

[intro]
([?] made the beat, d+mn it)
([?], what the f+ck is this?)

[chorus]
i can get you what you want, i got a major bag
up the stick and put the beam on him like it’s lazer tag
b+tch, i’m in the field just like a yellow flag
left doggie layin’ on his lawn, caught him cuttin’ grass
sh+t, f+ck, d+mn, i spent a couple rackies in the mall
no, i do not fold under pressure, just give me the ball
my b+tch’ll beat your b+tch+ass, she better not get involved
opps saw me out and froze up, it’s like the n+gga paused

[verse]
glock got a flash on this b+tch, i’m tryna fl!ck you up
you would think the p+ssy stole somethin’ how i beat it up
like the start of the third quarter, n+ggas switchin’ sides
no cap, n+ggas only ballin’ when they playin’ fives
it’s some oppy in my ‘wood, i’m finna spark him up
you ain’t been sh+ttin’ long enough, you can’t be part of us
why they speakin’ on my name? n+ggas kinda sus
catchin’ flights every day, i used to have to catch the bus (no cap)
palm trees, i’m somewhere chillin’ where it never snow
with a b+tch that you would probably think the baddest b+tch for sure
they greet me by my name when i walk in the door
keep a strap ’cause these n+ggas be plottin’ and you never know
diamonds dancin’ like a philly goat
i be reminiscin’ ’bout her neck, man, let me see your ho (where she at?)
flrrt, flrrt, pop him like a sunkist
boy, don’t even ask what i got on, you can’t afford this
i’m out here tryna get a sack just like dwight freeney
i just touched down in minnesota, let me hit the griddy
they ain’t wanna see us blow, i know some n+ggas sh+tty
america’s next top model, all my b+tches pretty
all my friends dead and money long, i kinda feel like uzi
leave that b+tch alone if all she got to give you is some p+ssy
mr. spin a b+tch, i’m tryna leave her dizzy
it ain’t long until i take off, are you comin’ with me? (come on)
i feel like a king, sh+t, just call me bryant
d+mn, i’m blowed as h+ll, f+cked around and just forgot my line
that b+tch ain’t even worked it, bro, don’t waste your time
i see why you call her baby, all she do is fuss and whine
i hear the haters d+ck suckers and the chit+chatters
you ain’t biggie, when you die, you can’t live after
life a book and he ain’t make it to the lit chapter
yeah, i took your b+tch, but no, i did not kidnap her
unkie gettin’ pounds gone, he a weight watcher
on the ‘net punchin’ sh+t, i feel like peter parker
doggie on some bullsh+t, i call ron harper
feel just like the heartbreak kid, i’m a show stopper
[interlude]
sh+t
f+ck
d+mn

[chorus]
i can get you what you want, i got a major bag
up the stick and put the beam on him like it’s lazer tag
b+tch, i’m in the field just like a yellow flag
left doggie layin’ on his lawn, caught him cuttin’ grass
sh+t, f+ck, d+mn, i spent a couple rackies in the mall
no, i do not fold under pressure, just give me the ball
my b+tch’ll beat your b+tch+ass, she better not get involved
opps saw me out and froze up, it’s like the n+gga paused

[outro]
sh+ttyboyz

- trdee lyrics

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