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Bad shit Bad shit Bad shit Aye Aye Aye Look at that Jag, that bitch so fast Catch up lil goofy, I ain't looking back Looking, reaching, grabbing bags Like magic, it's coming I'm running and hunting For world order, slaughter daughters daily Pay me, now I'm demanding them benjis I'm sorry you hate me, I'm tryna change it But momma done told me I'm fucked up Off that bag, light it up, hold up Hit da yak, you 'bout it, you claim it, you lost in sedation Tryna trade places with somebody famous I'll never be that guy, master of disguise, all black No mask on your back, my mans got two 23's and they smack Off dat bag Line it up Hol up Hit dat yak Off dat bag Line it up Hol up Hit dat yak Be ready to bruise dem knees You suckin me down til you bleed Ain't never had i wanted to do you feel da greed Passi up bitches now dey see flee Ride wit me ball wit me hold me down I get da call we run down servin hot shit Believe me Please dont play wit me Big bank take lil bank Fuck left em stank Big body candy paint Hoes in da back and they throwin da pink 59 killas at da fuckin buffet You know we eatin good today Migos wit da shits Andale Off dat bag Line it up Hol up Hit dat yak Off dat bag Line it up Hol up Hit dat yak Off dat bag Line it up Hol up Hit dat yak Off dat bag Line it up Hol up Hit dat yak Off dat bag Line it up Hol up Hit dat yak Off dat bag Line it up Hol up Hit dat yak
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