U.S.D.A. - Bag Music [prod. by Djay Cas] | Текст песни

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[Hook: Young Jeezy]
This that Bag Music, please don't abuse it
Clean up after ya self, after you use it
We wrap big grams, we dont talk on dem phones
So you amateurs please dont try this shit at home

This that Bag Music, please don't abuse it
Clean up after ya self, after you use it
We fuck bad bitches, we dont talk on dem phones
So you amateurs please dont try this shit at home

[Young Jeezy:]
This dat b.a.g. keep it d.o.e.
and you know how i roll nigga c.o.d. ( C.t.e. )
Pancakes that right we sell em butterworth
They say that white was cool they bought that buter 1st
Now im the butter boy, who need that parkay
Big boards for 3 stack im like andre
Glock 40 hold up my pants im such a outcast
40K in my pants i call it out cash
Young you got to many whips, now where yo jag at
Nigga im like fuck dem cars, now where the bag at
to get em so young you need to see i.d.
Kept them folks on they job, make em see by me
Got the lowkey apartment wit the 12 month lease
Somethin on the outskirts , rarely see police
Now all the whips paid for dog we use to lease em
8 nines and 2 splits make it a threesome

[Hook: Young Jeezy]

[Boo Rossini:]
Stacks in my backpack, bands of dat notebook
Birds by the versus, rapped in with no hook
Glad lock ile 3, the scale need batteries
Dropped my 62's they only lost 3 calories
This that kinda music you can count that cash off
On my last unit tellin homie its last call
Hear the flying saucer gettin prepared to blast off
2 peice lookin like she fresh outta catelogue
And me see im lookin like im fresh outta ziplock
Talk that street shit and they guna say we killed hiphop
Appreciate ya shoppin with us, paper or plastic
And i aint even tax ya for the shippin and handlin
That Turga(?) Bag shit, that tashbag shit
That louis bag shit, just make sure that the bag fit
That loso shit but i aint talkin about Fab
Once them O's dry we just throw em in the bag

[Hook: Young Jeezy]

[211:]
Yeeh, tattoo tears to represent the struggle
Iced out neckaless to represent the hustle
checkerboard checks on brown louis duffle
Bag full of chips i aint talkin bout no ruffles
Move a thousand pound with no muscles
Fuck the movie im a natural born hustler
Bitches actin funny last year and now she on me
I use to ride lebron now the range on kobe's
Big money nigga tell me what you know about it
dope boys same goal 6 4 impala
count dollas until my hand hurt and then its
Back to the turf right after i bag work
G shit more stripes then a plaid shirt
yee nigga money longer then a black hearse
Blow the best kush, hit the badest hoe's
This the music for my nigga's out here havin doe

[Hook: Young Jeezy]

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