Testo Get a Bag - Radio Edit - Flex Kartel feat. Sada Baby
Testo della canzone Get a Bag - Radio Edit (Flex Kartel feat. Sada Baby), tratta dall'album Get a Bag
What you doin'? You ain't gettin' money, nigga, go get a bag
(La familia mafiosa, loco)
And she thought I was goin' seven, that ain't even last
(Hmm, sounds like Marc Dre)
What you doin'? You ain't gettin' money, nigga, go get a bag
And it's sad, niggas trip off pussy that they never had
And she thought I was goin' seven, that ain't even last
Not my fault, told her from the jump, this shit too advanced
Niggas gettin' passed, we make shooters dance
We the hottest thing poppin' out of that city, makin' them niggas brag
Glizzies fly, let the shit get litty, I can't even trust a fan
Get the drop, playin' with that load, we might just spin again
We got two for ten, uh, baby, bring the puller
Pull up in that drop, callin' now, how much did we spend?
Funny how they talk 'bout all the places that they never been
All these faces foreigns, talkin' 'bout the ones I spend
Like, what you doin'? Me and Silent Baby on the back porch
Neighbors think we coolin', but we searchin' for the back door
Get that boy designer like I'm K Flock, I ain't that poor
They say for the world I'm slappin' rock, I'm not an actor
What you doin'? You ain't gettin' money, nigga, go get a bag
And it's sad, niggas trip off pussy that they never had
And she thought I was goin' seven, that ain't even last
Not my fault, told her from the jump, this shit too advanced
Huh, ear
Apparently your parents knew we was trannies, that's why you act weird
Huh, throw my helmet down, open my beer
In the TRX with chopsticks, leave you transparent clear
Fuck, get him walked down, chalked out
Front porch, starred out, knocked down, crawled out
I'm back, push the hoes out
I pulled up Viper and it's vroom
Skill up, 'bout to tag the sniper, on the Westside with his shooter
I'm boomin', AK make him lose it, Draco leave him flued
Huh, bullet holes, no bruises
I could take a floozy from a loser
Nah, huh, she was extra choosy, that's a chooser
What you doin'? You ain't gettin' money, nigga, go get a bag
And it's sad, niggas trip off pussy that they never had
And she thought I was goin' seven, that ain't even last
Not my fault, told her from the jump, this shit too advanced
(Hmm, sounds like Marc Dre)
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Writer(s): Casada Aaron Sorrell, Derrell Able, Treve Abel
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