Like what the issue is
You brought that bitch around and then she left she seen how lit we is
Motion man I done went from nun to some only sauce inside the fridge
Tryna put on for my folks lil nigga I still stay in my granny crib
Moving like the mail man shipping packs address the issue then
Come round on dat crazy shit gone die right where them steppers is
Anytime I'm popping out I'm standing where them steppers is
Telling Lil' Bro watch out how he move cuz he ain't made for this
They heard back back poppin shit again I bet the pay for this
Play you late yo dukes gon' miss your face with all that flakin and shit
Real shit poppa real showstopper
Money shit I can show you how to get a bag and make that money flip
Thick ass drank inside my cup like it came from Flint
Remember we was broke down on our dick and couldn't even pay the rent
Had to tell my bitch we good and ain't no time til we start poppin' shit
Droppin' out of school to chase a bag I'm back to lockin' in
Asked about his life a year ago I couldn't picture this
I pop out to functions standing on the wall just post it up
Ain't gotta waste my time approaching hoes cuz they push up to us
Off the rip can tell by how she move and she gon' let me f*ck
Mm-mm-mm-mm back on ball shit
I'm a business man love that kid he still a dog shit
I got my foot up on their neck bout to stomp shit
Get my nut then kick her out the V I'll make you all bitch
Mm-mm-mm-mm back on player shit
You know she been f*cking all your bros and still wanna save the bitch
Ain't tryna live no double life on IG I was made for this
Tell that hoe I love her like no other still a player bitch
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh what you want from me and Brody
Keep on pouring lines out the double cup and keys
Yo we spent on drinking three days we probably could go cop a piece
Ten seventeen my neck peace can't wait till I go new Celine
Your bitch gon' get her hair and nails don't she wear the winning team
Dog shit on some glasses just for them to have some basic B's
Most humble of them all don't know why these niggas hate on me
Don't know why these niggas hate on me
Don't know why these niggas hate on me
ZAMIIER - Bag Talk (feat. Smc Quxnn) Lyrics
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Like what the issue is
You brought that bitch around and then she left she seen how lit we is
Motion man I done went from nun to some only sauce inside the fridge
Tryna put on for my folks lil nigga I still stay in my granny crib
Moving like the mail man shipping packs address the issue then
Come round on dat crazy shit gone die right where them steppers is
Anytime I'm popping out I'm standing where them steppers is
Telling Lil' Bro watch out how he move cuz he ain't made for this
They heard back back poppin shit again I bet the pay for this
Play you late yo dukes gon' miss your face with all that flakin and shit
Real shit poppa real showstopper
Money shit I can show you how to get a bag and make that money flip
Thick ass drank inside my cup like it came from Flint
Remember we was broke down on our dick and couldn't even pay the rent
Had to tell my bitch we good and ain't no time til we start poppin' shit
Droppin' out of school to chase a bag I'm back to lockin' in
Asked about his life a year ago I couldn't picture this
I pop out to functions standing on the wall just post it up
Ain't gotta waste my time approaching hoes cuz they push up to us
Off the rip can tell by how she move and she gon' let me f*ck
Mm-mm-mm-mm back on ball shit
I'm a business man love that kid he still a dog shit
I got my foot up on their neck bout to stomp shit
Get my nut then kick her out the V I'll make you all bitch
Mm-mm-mm-mm back on player shit
You know she been f*cking all your bros and still wanna save the bitch
Ain't tryna live no double life on IG I was made for this
Tell that hoe I love her like no other still a player bitch
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh what you want from me and Brody
Keep on pouring lines out the double cup and keys
Yo we spent on drinking three days we probably could go cop a piece
Ten seventeen my neck peace can't wait till I go new Celine
Your bitch gon' get her hair and nails don't she wear the winning team
Dog shit on some glasses just for them to have some basic B's
Most humble of them all don't know why these niggas hate on me
Don't know why these niggas hate on me
Don't know why these niggas hate on me
You brought that bitch around and then she left she seen how lit we is
Motion man I done went from nun to some only sauce inside the fridge
Tryna put on for my folks lil nigga I still stay in my granny crib
Moving like the mail man shipping packs address the issue then
Come round on dat crazy shit gone die right where them steppers is
Anytime I'm popping out I'm standing where them steppers is
Telling Lil' Bro watch out how he move cuz he ain't made for this
They heard back back poppin shit again I bet the pay for this
Play you late yo dukes gon' miss your face with all that flakin and shit
Real shit poppa real showstopper
Money shit I can show you how to get a bag and make that money flip
Thick ass drank inside my cup like it came from Flint
Remember we was broke down on our dick and couldn't even pay the rent
Had to tell my bitch we good and ain't no time til we start poppin' shit
Droppin' out of school to chase a bag I'm back to lockin' in
Asked about his life a year ago I couldn't picture this
I pop out to functions standing on the wall just post it up
Ain't gotta waste my time approaching hoes cuz they push up to us
Off the rip can tell by how she move and she gon' let me f*ck
Mm-mm-mm-mm back on ball shit
I'm a business man love that kid he still a dog shit
I got my foot up on their neck bout to stomp shit
Get my nut then kick her out the V I'll make you all bitch
Mm-mm-mm-mm back on player shit
You know she been f*cking all your bros and still wanna save the bitch
Ain't tryna live no double life on IG I was made for this
Tell that hoe I love her like no other still a player bitch
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh what you want from me and Brody
Keep on pouring lines out the double cup and keys
Yo we spent on drinking three days we probably could go cop a piece
Ten seventeen my neck peace can't wait till I go new Celine
Your bitch gon' get her hair and nails don't she wear the winning team
Dog shit on some glasses just for them to have some basic B's
Most humble of them all don't know why these niggas hate on me
Don't know why these niggas hate on me
Don't know why these niggas hate on me
Writer: Zamier Smith
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid