Lyrics Tellin - Specxfic
Bag
on
me
Feel
like
a
felon
Okay
I
been
making
so
much
bread
No
I
ain't
tellin
Okay
like
why
would
I
tell
on
you
You
know
I
ain't
tellin
Okay
Chop
finna
aim
at
his
head,
aim
at
his
melon
I
do
what
I
want,
yea
when
I
want,
yea
how
I'm
feeling
I
feel
like
a
cut,
I'm
in
the
cut,
and
I'm
just
chilling
I
had
enough,
wock
in
my
cup,
and
I'm
just
sippin
I
put
a
rack
on
your
head
I
go
to
bed,
my
shooters
they
drill
him
She
went
on
her
phone
the
next
morning
forgot
to
mention
My
shooter
be
killing
niggas
forgetting,
he
got
dementia
Tell
that
nigga
he
broke
as
hell
need
to
get
his
bands
up
AMG
we
pushing,
this
is
not
a
rental
Yeah
Bag
on
me
Feel
like
a
felon
Okay
I
been
making
so
much
bread,
no
I
ain't
tellin
Okay
like
why
would
I
tell
on
you,
you
know
I
ain't
tellin
Okay
Chop
finna
aim
at
his
head,
aim
at
his
melon
I
do
what
I
want,
yea
when
I
want,
yea
how
I'm
feeling
I
feel
like
a
cut,
I'm
in
the
cut,
and
I'm
just
chilling
I
had
enough,
wock
in
my
cup,
and
I'm
just
sippin
I
put
a
rack
on
your
head
I
go
to
bed,
my
shooters
they
drill
him
Yeah
Bag
on
me
Feel
like
a
felon
Okay
I
been
making
so
much
bread
No
I
ain't
tellin
Okay
like
why
would
I
tell
on
you
You
know
I
ain't
tellin
Okay
Chop
finna
aim
at
his
head
Aim
at
his
melon
Noooo
Ewwww
My
nigga
kill
for
the
low
Fuck
nigga
where
you
gon
go
I
got
your
hoe
on
her
toes
I
got
a
shooter
named
Mo
I
got
a
shooter
his
name
is
KB
Indian
shoot
his
name
is
Baljeet
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