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tru life - baddie lyrics

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(intro)
im in my bag on this sh-t tru
we got em
swervin with that sh-t it ain’t sh-t
its brothers, heard me
yay
(myles william)

(chorus)
im back in my bag yay
im back in my bag yay
im back in my bag yay
im back in my bag yay

we ain’t gotta f-ck with the plug now
i turnt it up ima plug now
im on that drank im on drugs now
we on that drank we on drugs now

bltt bltt count it all up i run right through it
bltt bltt count it all up i run right through it

when i met your girl she was average
i turned that girl to a baddie
i turned that girl to a baddie
i turned that girl to a baddie

(verse)

i turned that girl to a baddie yuh
i turned that girl to a baddie yuh
your baby momma call me daddy yuh
your baby momma make it nasty yuh
aye

got her whippin out the lot
who a n-gga she forgot ooh ooh
went from drippin on the block
to skinny dippin off a yacht ooh ooh

same cell as pac
to a richard milly watch
yea im back in my bag
private jet no lag

smoke good f-ck good
backwoods gold mags
i got a slit on my thumb
your ex ain’t sh-t he a bum

i get it wet make her c-m
i am valid everywhere
he dont even get no love where he from
im the plug never run
off

chorus

im back in my bag yay
im back in my bag yay
im back in my bag yay
im back in my bag yay

we ain’t gotta f-ck with the plug now
i turnt it up ima plug now
im on that drank im on drugs now
we on that drank we on drugs now

bltt bltt count it all up i run right through it
bltt bltt count it all up i run right through it

when i met your girl she was average
i turned that girl to a baddie
i turned that girl to a baddie
i turned that girl to a baddie

you know d-mn well my drip ain’t like these n-ggas
you can’t be treating me like that
you know d-mn well keep a check on me
dont make me have to go back in my bag

dont let me get in that sh-t
im off the sh-ts im in my bag and ima spend that sh-t (that sh-t)
ill spend it on a n-gga b-tch and run the ticket up (up)
f-cken on it then i f-ck them digits up (up)

shorty know im him i dont pretend
when i met her she was average
turned her to a ten
i took her to playroom and on vacation
im countin paper for insipiration

drip nation

(verse)

drip drip with a check on me
one chain thats a flex on me
bad b-tch finna check on her
more juice won’t never hurt

diamonds so big your finger gon hurt
surf make a n-gga float off earth
they ain’t know my grind
all they see is my shine

fully low yea, put it in drive and go yea
money and war yea
we put a load in the floors yea
we get more yea
ran out the room to hide it
its hard to find it
she know clue the flyest

you know d-mn well my drip ain’t like these n-ggas
you can’t be treating me like that
you know d-mn well keep a check on me
dont make me have to go back in my bag

(hook)

im back in my bag yay
im back in my bag yay
im back in my bag yay
im back in my bag yay

we ain’t gotta f-ck with the plug now
i turnt it up ima plug now
im on that drank im on drugs now
we on that drank we on drugs now

bltt bltt count it all up i run right through it
bltt bltt count it all up i run right through it

when i met your girl she was average
i turned that girl to a baddie
i turned that girl to a baddie
i turned that girl to a baddie

- tru life lyrics

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