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wall-y - thubing thru the bag lyrics

( yea..yea..yea..yea.yea..yea..boomboomboombooom)
hook 1:
i be thumbing thru the bag
i be getting to the cash
i be puffing on this dope
i be smoking on this gas
all these brokeys they be hating
tell em go get some cash, all these brokeys they be hating
tell em go get some cash (2x)

verse 1 : i was tripping on the low almost fell off but i’m back broski told me stop playing time to go get this cash tell these n-ggas stop hating came from nothing had to trap no food eating scr-ps
the struggle is real that a facts no lacking i keep me a strap bc b-tch we play with the gat bro kah got the rock he gon splash run up and that heater gon blast cutting up keep the snakes out my path
tell em go get some cash (wait) go and ask them why they mad (wait) no one could copy my swag. can’t cuff i’m in love with the cash balmain and givenchy the swag f-ck the race b-tch i’m doing
dash n-ggas talk but ain’t getting no cash ( i be saucing im dripping a bag x4)

hook 2: i be thumbing thru the bag
i be getting to the cash
i be puffing on this dope
i be smoking on this gas
all these brokeys they be hating
tell em go get some cash, all these brokeys they be hating
tell em go get some cash (2x)

verse 2: i hope you ready for war my n-ggas on point and they ready to score got it on me ain’t no need to make calls ride with the rocket on me like chris paul heard he got bricks then let’s kicks doors masked up yea we taking it all
smoking on backwoods or fonta and raw kush and exotic weed we got it all sipping on lean i might pour up a 4 can’t trust a b-tch get you line like a cross she on my d-ck cause she like how i ball substance dripping lil b-tch that the sauce bluefaces bluefaces i need it all use to dream about sh-t that i buy at store jump in a horse lil
b-tch that’s porches retro jay’s and i keep me a torch f-ck what they said watch how i get to the bread i keep a tec on my neck just in case
a n-gga flex young hitta straight out the x bagchaser i need me a check member them days i was broke and stress i just wannna be rich ice the cross on my neck givenchy my tee i got blood in my steps
i feel like a beast when hop on the track ( i’m hungry for money b-tch feed some racks x2)

outro : i be thumbing thru the bag
i be getting to the cash
i be puffing on this dope
i be smoking on this gas
all these brokeys they be hating
tell em go get some cash, all these brokeys they be hating
tell em go get some cash (2x)

- wall y lyrics

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