CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Bag on Me
I had some n***as try to rat on me
(Rat on me)
I had so many n***as try to rat on me
(Rat on me)
They took lil bro they took my lil Homie
(Lil Homie)
I had so many n***as try to rat on me
Yea them n***as tried to put a bag on me
Put a price try to put a tag on me
In the field remember used to tag Homie
When my brother died I was mad lonely
Yea I miss his presence, man I miss his face
I be smoking gas, smokin outer space
Man I need my chips yea I need my lays
I was totin K’s in the Second grade
(repeatеd)
Yea them n***as tried to put a bag on mе
Put a price try to put a tag on me
In the field remember used to tag Homie
When my brother died I was mad lonely
Yea I miss his presence, man I miss his face
I be smoking gas, smokin outer space
Man I need my chips yea I need my lays
I was totin K’s in the Second grade
They tried to put a lil bag on my head
Yea all of my homies they turned fed
Remember the days I was gettin her wet
I carry a chrome I aim it at yo dome
And I can never fold, let the truth be told
They been f**kin with me ever since loaded
Grab a lil purple ima pour it
Kill-Tec got me movin slowly
Bust down on a b*t*h just like my Rollie
Yea that lil b*t*h my Kryptonite
Sippin wockhardt forget the night
I knew somethin didn’t feel right (ohh woah)
Yea them n***as tried to put a bag on me
Put a price try to put a tag on me
In the field remember used to tag Homie
When my brother died I was mad lonely
Yea I miss his presence, man I miss his face
I be smoking gas, smokin outer space
Man I need my chips yea I need my lays
I was totin K’s in the Second grade
(repeated)
Yea them n***as tried to put a bag on me
Put a price try to put a tag on me
In the field remember used to tag Homie
When my brother died I was mad lonely
Yea I miss his presence, man I miss his face
I be smoking gas, smokin outer space
Man I need my chips yea I need my lays
I was totin K’s in the Second grade
The choppa the choppa gone blow him away
I’m smokin that Za by the strain
You talkin down on me just stay in yo lane
You gone talk by the gun you gone die by the gun
Ima theif in the night
Gotta keep a strap just like a dyke
Yea all of my friends they died
Demons that I fight
Yea they tried to put a lil bag on my head
I know some rappers who wish I was dead
All of these females they just wanted bread
All of my Day 1’s done switched up on me
Same ones who put all the blame on me
Paranoid gotta keep a stain on me
It always ends up the same for me
Doin and talkin not the same to me
I swear it seem like they hate when you winnin
If you wanna kill me then show me you with it
They always talkin they doing the most
I Can’t find my purpose I’m so f**kin lost
I keep a chrome it’s gone send him to satan
I check my comments I see that they hatin
Yea them n***as tried to put a bag on me
Put a price try to put a tag on me
In the field remember used to tag Homie
When my brother died I was mad lonely
Yea I miss his presence, man I miss his face
I be smoking gas, smokin outer space
Man I need my chips yea I need my lays
I was totin K’s in the Second grade
(repeated)
Yea them n***as tried to put a bag on me
Put a price try to put a tag on me
In the field remember used to tag Homie
When my brother died I was mad lonely
Yea I miss his presence, man I miss his face
I be smoking gas, smokin outer space
Man I need my chips yea I need my lays
I was totin K’s in the Second grade (in the second grade, second grade)
(Rat on me)
I had so many n***as try to rat on me
(Rat on me)
They took lil bro they took my lil Homie
(Lil Homie)
I had so many n***as try to rat on me
Yea them n***as tried to put a bag on me
Put a price try to put a tag on me
In the field remember used to tag Homie
When my brother died I was mad lonely
Yea I miss his presence, man I miss his face
I be smoking gas, smokin outer space
Man I need my chips yea I need my lays
I was totin K’s in the Second grade
(repeatеd)
Yea them n***as tried to put a bag on mе
Put a price try to put a tag on me
In the field remember used to tag Homie
When my brother died I was mad lonely
Yea I miss his presence, man I miss his face
I be smoking gas, smokin outer space
Man I need my chips yea I need my lays
I was totin K’s in the Second grade
They tried to put a lil bag on my head
Yea all of my homies they turned fed
Remember the days I was gettin her wet
I carry a chrome I aim it at yo dome
And I can never fold, let the truth be told
They been f**kin with me ever since loaded
Grab a lil purple ima pour it
Kill-Tec got me movin slowly
Bust down on a b*t*h just like my Rollie
Yea that lil b*t*h my Kryptonite
Sippin wockhardt forget the night
I knew somethin didn’t feel right (ohh woah)
Yea them n***as tried to put a bag on me
Put a price try to put a tag on me
In the field remember used to tag Homie
When my brother died I was mad lonely
Yea I miss his presence, man I miss his face
I be smoking gas, smokin outer space
Man I need my chips yea I need my lays
I was totin K’s in the Second grade
(repeated)
Yea them n***as tried to put a bag on me
Put a price try to put a tag on me
In the field remember used to tag Homie
When my brother died I was mad lonely
Yea I miss his presence, man I miss his face
I be smoking gas, smokin outer space
Man I need my chips yea I need my lays
I was totin K’s in the Second grade
The choppa the choppa gone blow him away
I’m smokin that Za by the strain
You talkin down on me just stay in yo lane
You gone talk by the gun you gone die by the gun
Ima theif in the night
Gotta keep a strap just like a dyke
Yea all of my friends they died
Demons that I fight
Yea they tried to put a lil bag on my head
I know some rappers who wish I was dead
All of these females they just wanted bread
All of my Day 1’s done switched up on me
Same ones who put all the blame on me
Paranoid gotta keep a stain on me
It always ends up the same for me
Doin and talkin not the same to me
I swear it seem like they hate when you winnin
If you wanna kill me then show me you with it
They always talkin they doing the most
I Can’t find my purpose I’m so f**kin lost
I keep a chrome it’s gone send him to satan
I check my comments I see that they hatin
Yea them n***as tried to put a bag on me
Put a price try to put a tag on me
In the field remember used to tag Homie
When my brother died I was mad lonely
Yea I miss his presence, man I miss his face
I be smoking gas, smokin outer space
Man I need my chips yea I need my lays
I was totin K’s in the Second grade
(repeated)
Yea them n***as tried to put a bag on me
Put a price try to put a tag on me
In the field remember used to tag Homie
When my brother died I was mad lonely
Yea I miss his presence, man I miss his face
I be smoking gas, smokin outer space
Man I need my chips yea I need my lays
I was totin K’s in the Second grade (in the second grade, second grade)
