Correction Lyrics Duffle Bag by Yungeen Ace

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Yeah
Huh, huh
Hey (Hey)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Huh), yeah, yeah, yeah
Quarter-million dollar  (Hey), mmm
Quarter-million dollars in m  bag, mmm
Quarter-million dollars out the sleep bag, mmm
Quarter-million dollars in the duffle bag (Turn up), huh

Quarter-million dollars in the duffle bag, hmm
Would try to talk, but this car too fast (Skrrt-skrrt), hmm
Two-sixty on the dash, my foot on the gas (Skrrt), hmm
Red and blue lights, need 12 on my ass (12)
Hell nah, I ain't stoppin'

I got bodies (Bodies)
Come here, let me talk some knowledge (Come here)
Baby girl pussy got mileage (Got mileage)
Creep low when I'm movin' in silence
All of my niggas be dangerous (Be dangerous)
All of my niggas got brains to bust (Got brains to bust)
All of my niggas'll
All of my niggas move stylish (Stylish)
ATK, menace to society (Society)
Kids say, "Ace, stop the violence" (Stop the violence)
Police say, "Ace too violent" (Facts)
Got niggas on the block sellin' Miley (Sellin' Miley)
Bitches pop
I drip too hard, no stylin' (No stylin')
Jimmy on 23 Island (Jay)
Got two bad bitches, I don't gangbang
And bitch, I want the top, they givin' me brain
Pop two jiggaboos, and I'm wide awake
And they just kicked in, I'm movin' insane
Up with his top, hollow in his brain
Black on the block, that's part of the gang
Murder on my mind, he gon' feel this pain
I'ma catch him out the club, no Charlamagne
Bangin' 'em blickies
You know it's a murder when I'm up in them Dickies
Told 'em, "Come and get me" (Come here)
You know I ain't high, bitch, you know that I'm with it
Ask them, "Who run the city?" (Who run it?)
They gon' say, "Ace" 'cause they know I'm the 6 (6)
I got Duval behind me (Duval)
Can't let them down, they know I'ma go get it, yeah

Quarter-million dollars in the duffle bag (In the duffle bag), hmm
Would try to talk, but this car too fast (Skrrt-skrrt, too fast), hmm
Two-sixty on the dash, my foot on the gas (Skrrt), hmm
Red and blue lights, need 12 on my ass (12)
Hell nah, I ain't stoppin'

I got Whitney (Bobby), Sydney (Sydney)
Screamin' out, "Who I smoke?" (Who I smoke?)
I don't play (Uh-uh) tennis (Player), back and forth, I won't go
If a car got, know that shit done topped
Got opps on faith, they just find a way to follow me
Gang be sluttin' they sisters (Sisters)
Bag on his head, they book him (Boom)
I give 'em deadeye and they shoot him (Boom)
Quarterback on the plug like I'm Nudo (Nudo)
Street shit got me drugged though (Ooh)
My heart for sell, no love though (Woah)
You talkin' that shit, achoo, I bless you (Bang)
On set, let a fuck a nigga test
Leave no codeine in my sister
My C3, nigga, but I'm aimin' in the middle (Boom)
I got purple, uh, 'Miri (Wait)
Hold on, wait, my drip too serious (Gang)
Certified me in that cleary (Yeah)
I don't want a fuck nigga near me (Fuck you)
She wanna argue, I wanna hit her (Uh-uh)
Brand new AP, whole time heal me (Bustdown)
Bustin' the felon, but it's concealed (Baow)
Got some niggas in court, some still in the field (Damn)

Quarter-million dollars in the duffle bag (In the duffle bag), hmm
Would try to talk, but this car too fast (Skrrt-skrrt), hmm (Hmm)
Two-sixty on the dash, my foot on the gas (Skrrt), hmm
Red and blue lights, need 12 on my ass (That's 12)
Hell nah, I ain't stoppin'

I got quarter-million dollars in the duffle bag (In the duffle bag), hmm
Quarter-million dollars in the duffle bag (In the duffle bag), hmm
Quarter-million dollars in the duffle bag (Quarter-million dollars), hmm
I got quarter-million dollars in the duffle bag, hmm

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