Corrección Letra Book Bag par Remble

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It's Remble
You remember Remble at them kick backs
Buddy was a stripper, and did gymnastics
You never really got your homies get back
If he runs up on me then he's a pill addict (Tuh)
I walked in the party with the big whammer
A Smith and Wesson four nickel with the big daddy
Look at em, pay attention to the way they look at me
I remember they were trynna throw the book at me

I noticed you were shopping at the Goodwill
I noticed when you're not with all those people you're a good kid
I noticed when you don't have any money you feel good still
I see you carry ghost Glocks, buy a good pistol
You wore that sweater 10 times buy a new fit
How the hell did you feel fly in a True fit?
If he went down and didn't tell, then we salute him
If Remble tells on anybody you should shoot him
Make sure you take the burner to the cookout
On the mission I was never look out
Have the blicky every time you pop out
I was probably drilling with a drop out
When I seen you, you were looking like a good bag
I was selling blowers out a book bag
Jansport... nothing here to look at
I just did my stuff and then I shook after (Tuh)
When I seen you, you were looking like a good bag
I was selling blowers out a book bag
Jansport... nothing here to look at
I just did my stuff and then I shook after

I notice all the b*t*hes seen me when I crept in
Ambidextrous I had to pour up, with my left hand
We was fighting off the blocks, Michael Strahan
Barking at my chain, boo hoo crying, had a breakdown
I pledge allegiance every day to put this sh*t on
I don't see no hoes I wanna f**k, I'm finna get on
Begging me to pull up to his stu, send the Venmo
Pool party but it's only b*t*hes, you ain't get the memo?
Yeah I noticed you in Gallery, but you wasn't buying sh*t though
My rich b*t*h keep on saying get some land or buy some Crypto
I'm in love with her brain, I swear to God this sh*t slept on
It's some bad b*t*hes, finna Lambeau Leap, I'm in the endzone

When I seen you, you were looking like a good bag
I was selling blowers out a book bag
Jansport... nothing here to look at
I just did my stuff and then I shook after (Tuh)
When I seen you, you were looking like a good bag
I was selling blowers out a book bag
Jansport... nothing here to look at
I just did my stuff and then I shook after
Yeah, I just did my stuff, she finna cook after
My daddy always had the hoes, that's who I took after
Shy girl can she suck it, she don't like it when I look at her
At the charger game, diamonds hitting harder than a f**king linebacker
Noticed at the dice game you ain't throw one lick
I noticed that you keep talking bout these b*t*hes that you don't get
I just noticed that you n***as sharing clothes, that sh*t don't fit
We invented throwing money in the crowd, yeah that's our sh*t
Can't ride in this bullsh*t with high miles, I get carsick
In the club popping bottles I ain't never left no bar tip
Never get to hear your song, we always skip past
B*t*hes beg me not to do it, feel like bloodbath

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