[Chorus]
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Bag Back Bag Back gimme 50 feet
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Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
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Bag Back Bag Back gimme 50 feet
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Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
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Bag Back Bag Back gimme 50 feet
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Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
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Bag Back Bag Back gimme 50 feet
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Gimme 50 feet Gimme 50 feet
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[Verse 1]
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Hey here's a little story 'bout a nigga like me
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I fuck bad broads live large and drive V's
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Some say I'm cocky and rude I might be
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But nigga fuck you, you ain't got to like me
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I'm at the bar taking sips of long island ice tea
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Wrist looking' blue or icy I'm pricey
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Bitch niggas mean mugging' and starin' all shiesty
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Don't make me pepper spray your face have you lookin' all spicy
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Cause I know you niggas hatin' and wanna fight me
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Thinking I'm all Hollywood like Spike Lee
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Thinking I'ma steal you and fuck up your white T
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When I catch you in your jaw I'ma fuck up your white teeth
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But nigga I be ready to scuffle like dice peat
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And ya'll walkin' outta this tussle ain't likely
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I hope you boys ready to rumble I'm quite deep
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And I ain't friendly but I'ma tell you politely
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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Say I'm the type of cat when I pull up in the place
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you hatas like a blow job put it in they face
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I buy the goochie shoes matching belt lookin' great
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Dubs sounding cool you can tell I'm pushin' weights
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Courtier full of flakes snow storms in the peaks
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Hoe taming nigga keep my bitch on a leash
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You the typa cat that'll chase a chick for weeks
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Then try to box a nigga when you hear he hit your freak
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But playa don't you know you outta line that shit is weak
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And fightin' over broads will get you killed up in these streets
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You running round here plexin' always thinking shit is sweet
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Then have the nerve to wonder why them bullets hit ya cheek
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Then wanna step to me talkin' but (Oh you foul!)
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All up in my face talking bout (You hit my gal)!
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I'm looking at him stupid like man this shit is wild
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You better give me space asshole I ain't ya pal
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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I keep my game on face when I'm riding on chops
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Straight gorilla pimp don't even wave to the bops
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Lookin' like a snail crawlin' slow through the lot
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Fist full of grain other hand on the glock
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Cause when you want fee jackers want what you got
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That's why I stay ready with the inferred dot
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The first one to jump is the first getting shot
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Put the beam on his head then I take off his block
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You love to rob O like take off you rocks
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Take off your shoes playa take off your socks
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But I'm the type of cat before I take off my watch
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Aim at your chest and try to take off you heart
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You know how I do playa shake off tha marks
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Hit him with the big guns that take off a part
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Chest lookin' like he been ate by a shark
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Bitch you better mind stay in line play it smart
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[Chorus till end]
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| Lil' O |
