Correction Lyrics Big Bag & A Grin by Fenix Flexin

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Chorus: SmokeyGM
b*t*h I'm him, with a big bag and a grin
And a big ol 40 knock the hair off ya chin
There go the gems[?]
Here baby tuck this in
Cuz if you dont, they gon prolly ship me off to the pen
I’m built to win
I dont do this sh*t for pretend
Lot of n***as slide through burn em down like a cig
We split wigs
Mafia, we snatch up bands
Better keep her over there before I snatch yo b*t*h

Verse 1: SmokeyGM
n***a on my baby
You from over there, cool b*t*h I'm goonmob crazy
Wait pause, think I left my drakey
I just popped 2 perks now my leg keep shaking on god
YMG, designer dreams, I introduce your b*t*h to the finer things
That's on the mob
High like trees, fly like bees
I’m Mr. keep a stick in designer jeans
Ay gang sh*t, lemme cut up
I just hit it from the back with no rubber
I just f**ked her and dismissed, I dont love her
Glock with a drum, leave the weapon Danny Glover
I know they dont like me so I gotta stay on toes
And I already got some money but I pray on more
Yous a b*t*h, you the type to hate on hoes
I'm the type to get it at 'em til my chain on froze
On the clique, on the guys, whole gang on heads
Made her stuff a drawer[?] Of 30's between her legs
These prescriptions got me sick b*t*h I stay on meds
Free my dawgs out that jam screaming f**k the feds
On geesy[?], we ain't never had it easy
We [?] On whips I f**ked on this b*t*h, its greasy
Get cash outta b*t*h[?] Blow bands on the clique they [?]
This gas got me sick can't breath on a b*t*h like Stevie

Chorus: SmokeyGM
With a big bag and a grin
And a big ol 40 knock the hair off ya chin
There go the gems[?]
Here baby tuck this in
Cuz if you dont they gon prolly ship me off to the pen
I'm built to win
I dont do this sh*t for pretend
Alot of n***as slide through burn em down like a cig
We split wigs
Mafia, we snatch up bands
Better keep her over there before I snatch yo b*t*h

Verse 2: Fenix Flexin
b*t*h I'm really him though
Glock 40 with extendo’s
Stand down on my 10 toes
Real foes n***a, we dont bend we gon break those
Make hoes, n***a outta nothing
Imma shooter imma bust a n***a [?]
She a [?] Imma pimp her ain’t no cuffin
pu**y ass n***a in the crib playing husband
Damn, that sh*t sad
Fenix Flexin, boy I'm really in my bag
I be buying all them things I never had
FN, blue tips and a mag, n***a
That sh*t rippin through a vest
And a house imma put it to the test
I dont need a b*t*h, Imma free the hoe
Fenix Flexin got more feet than a sneaker store
I’m in San Diego like a padre
Told that b*t*h yea it's my way or the highway
Baby I'm a [?] I dont take L's
And if I get caught imma make bail

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