Текст песни




I'ma say it, I ain't even right
Back to Cali, flying through the night
Different city with some different hoes
Wildin' every night with the gang
All my niggas standing ten toes
We ain't never ever give no love
Me and mama argue every night
'Til I got that bag and brought it home
Now we on, now we on
Now we on, now we on
Now we on
Nightmares from the sound
From the sound
'Til I got that bag, brought it home
'Til I got that bag, brought it home
'Til I got that bag, brought it home
'Til I got that bag, brought it home



Авторы: Jeffrey Lee Johnson, Anthony Kilhoffer, Julian Gramma, Jacques Webster Copyright: Songs Of Universal Inc., Travis Scott Music, Lines In Music Publishing Llc., Almo Music Corp., Roscoe Dash Publishing, Irving Music Inc., Kilswitch Worldwide Publishing, Sony/atv Ballad



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