Текст песни Bag On Me - Kuddy Moneybag
They
say
yo
thug
working
with
them
feds
You
know
my
blood
murkin
for
the
bread
Yo
bitch
stinking
need
to
close
her
legs
my
Bitch
classy
an
she
super
bad
im
still
sending
Money
to
the
feds
them
niggaz
sending
niggaz
To
the
feds
my
niggaz
hungry
an
they
busting
Heads
them
niggaz
snitching
they
gon
end
up
Dead
spinning
corners
with
a
infrared
forty
on
Me
when
i
go
to
bed
plus
i
keep
one
in
the
head
These
niggaz
really
want
to
see
me
dead
had
my
Bloodzin
play
a
bag
on
me
he
want
my
life
an
put
A
tag
on
it
thug
told
me
don't
slide
on
it
them
little
Homies
they
gon
glide
on
it
Nigga
said
he
got
a
bag
on
me
Nola
said
He
red
flagged
homie
black
face
home
Back
on
it
he
want
a
body
i
can
read
it
on
him
Nigga
said
he
got
a
bag
on
me
Nola
said
He
red
flagged
homie
black
face
home
Back
on
it
he
want
a
body
i
can
read
it
on
him
Kuddy
winning
so
im
stacking
up
no
drink
nigga
Yeah
i
kicked
the
habbit
cousin
showed
me
how
To
cut
the
magic
hustlers
no
i
never
short
the
package
Flipping
hard
like
im
in
gymnastics
down
in
cali
blowing
On
the
cabbage
you
can
smell
it
coming
through
the
plastic
You
can
hit
it
you
aint
gotta
pass
it
switching
lanes
in
an
Out
of
traffic
im
in
Dallas
feeling
like
a
maverick
took
a
Trip
down
to
the
A
trying
to
come
up
in
a
hundred
ways
Phone
jumping
with
a
hundred
strays
came
home
to
a
Hundred
plays
where
im
from
you
might
catch
a
stray
Niggaz
killing
for
a
pair
of
j's
real
hitters
aiming
at
the
Face
man
down
murder
broad
day
hundred
round
hit
Him
with
a
k
wasn't
meant
for
him
damn
they
hit
him
anyway
Nigga
said
he
got
a
bag
on
me
Nola
said
He
red
flagged
homie
black
face
home
Back
on
it
he
want
a
body
i
can
read
it
on
him
Nigga
said
he
got
a
bag
on
me
Nola
said
He
red
flagged
homie
black
face
home
Back
on
it
he
want
a
body
i
can
read
it
on
him
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