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Duffle Bag
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YourWelcome Shon
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Duffle bag, bag, when I rap on the track Now they wanna know why I rap for the trap Came from the ghetto, with a chain and bezel And a whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac Swinging bending[?] quarters I'm just hanging with the homies If you're hatin' then I bet we leave you right where you're at And I got work all on my shirt tell 'em "You can smell the ba** from my clothes" And we keep a tight circle 'round here We don't know you, okay, you're too close And I put it down I rep for my coast I'm a real player I rep for my coast All I see them wanna do is flex for the gram Tell 'em get ghost, tell 'em get ghost They been knew about me since I was 19 Huffing and puffing and burning these trees I mess with that liquor but never codeine Chasing and stacking up all my money That my goal in this life was a girl on her knees In the back of that back, I just want you to see All of the differences of you and me If I said it I meant it, ain't no in between Riding in the old school, that's right No insurance in the parking lot of Best Buy Next to the movie theater in Fayetteville Kicking flavor with the homies Maybe pop a few pills I'm just trying to show you how I live Struggle with addiction I'm just trying to tell you how it feel When the nicotine in my blood It's the feeling, it's the high, boy that's all I love so I got a middle finger to the haters Not interested in the potential of living better Been affected by the substantial amount of limits That's indoctrinated me believin' that I'll never get it ClayCo shawty, tell me where you from Riverdale to Jones are the places that I love But the places are at war with everything I've become So I gotta level up and I'm doing it just for fun, aye Peace up, A-Town down Diamonds in my crown, gold in my mouth I ain't never seen you around here But you throwing up the hood Playa can you tell me where your momma house Peace up, A-Town down Diamonds in my crown, gold in my mouth I ain't never seen you around here But you throwing up the hood Playa can you tell me where your momma house Duffle bag, bag, when I rap on the track Now they wanna know why I rap for the trap Came from the ghetto, with a chain and bezel And a whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac Swinging bending[?] quarters I'm just hanging with the homies If you're hatin' than I'll bury you just right where you're at And I got work all on my shirt tell 'em "You can smell the ba** from my clothes" And we keep a tight circle 'round here We don't know you, okay, you're too close And I put it down I rep for my coast I'm a real player I rep for my coast All I see them wanna do is flex for the gram Tell 'em get ghost, tell 'em get ghost Little Rock on the east side of the city if you really wanna come and kick back with a mac Looking at the youngins, they be getting to the money chuck full of D's all like Shaq in the back Shoutout to the homies, they can get it legal But they law got me looking real bad for the fact That a white man rape they gon' give him three months and a n***a 10 years for a stack of ??? They ain't tryna hear it though, you just fantasize while they damage lies Hanging in the balance, count it I am spiritual Take a fish turn it to a Gyarados Game recognize game I ain't really one you wanna play with it Without a hesitation we riding for reparations I'mma need a Cadillac and a chain with it Same image and I need the paint with it Window frame tinted yeah mean the whole thing When you see me lane switching I'mma pick up all of my hood And we gon' ride out til we in God's hands I ain't kidding, like not even a little, cat I'm trying to perfect flows With the work let's go wanna figure how I got even a little trap I blacked out on the way, oh where the widows at? I know you see me out in [?] We was really with it from the jump So I do this for my homies that I know be living in the slums Went to college from the ghetto, now I swear the music getting dumb Me and Alex off in the Buckhead Church, just chicken on 'em with the drums, ooh Duffle bag, bag, when I rap on the track Now they wanna know why I rap for the trap Came from the ghetto, with a chain and bezel And a whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac Swinging bending[?] quarters I'm just hanging with the homies If you're hatin' than I'll bury you just right where you're at And I got work all on my shirt tell 'em "You can smell the ba** from my clothes" And we keep a tight circle 'round here We don't know you, okay, you're too close And I put it down I rep for my coast I'm a real player I rep for my coast All I see them wanna do is flex for the gram Tell 'em get ghost, tell 'em get ghost Duffle bag, bag, when I rap on the track Now they wanna know why I rap for the trap Came from the ghetto, with a chain and bezel And a whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac Whole duffle bag in the back of the 'lac Swinging bending[?] quarters I'm just hanging with the homies If you're hatin' than I'll bury you just right where you're at And I got work all on my shirt tell 'em "You can smell the ba** from my clothes" And we keep a tight circle 'round here We don't know you, okay, you're too close And I put it down I rep for my coast I'm a real player I rep for my coast All I see them wanna do is flex for the gram Tell 'em get ghost, tell 'em get ghost
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