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Meek Mill - Bag Talk Lyrics


I can hear it in your voice you wasn't never in this shit nigga
We still at war

Young niggas totin' Glocks
Sellin' dope, poppin' wheelies
When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly
When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly
We was grinding, they was hating
Perfect time to get this money, I was patient
We was Gucci, they was snaking
Only one to keep it real when they was faking
Ain't a nigga 'round me I ain't give a hundred bands to
Never falling out, about them bitches that we ran through
When you get the money like I got it they can't stand you
Fuck 'em, we at war with the system, in the streets
Bulletproof I'm in the trenches, niggas said that I got beef
I can't really trust these niggas 'bout this cash, and I can't sleep
And my homie lined my other homie up, 'cause he a creep
Show no love for that pussy ass nigga, it get deep
For the love of that Benji, we spillin' blood in them streets
And I know why they hate me, it ain't no love in them streets
He was hinting at work, we thought it was love it was cheap
He was sellin' us that reerock, pumping us on that Reebok
Damn, thought you was all here, found out that we not
Slid up on him wit three Glocks, did him dirty for three blocks
Turn that boy to a freeze pop, shoot him into a [?]
It's a dog-eat-dog environment
Young niggas killing, all the old heads retiring
And the sound of that 30 start to sound inspiring
When you pull up on them, I start firing
Please don't judge us, they done killed our brothers
We done starved all winter they gon feel our summers
I went drop top Don on 'em, we do numbers
And when we get a chance to rain on 'em, we gon' flood 'em
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em

I told 'em, I'mma pray for 'em
All that drama I feel like I'm made for
Catch a body, take it to the grave for me
And if they pop you off, you'll never change on me, no
Bag talk, put a bag on her, let that cash talk
[?]
Killed the niggas [?]
Why you take it that far?
[?]everybody, you gotta understand, dog
We the type to call the house and have a standoff
Make a thottie call your homie, that's a man-off

We ain't never been loved, so we don't know how it feel
They so used to the fake shit, they don't know what was real
All my enemies, frenemies, I don't know who to kill
I don't know who gon' keep it silent and know who gon' squeal
I can't tell no more
I don't know who's [?]
'Cause it all got fuzzy and came down to that money
I seen niggas eatin' from me, made me watch while I'm hungry
Bitches changed for the fame, you gotta watch them they phony
I don't know where I'm going, I need navigation
They came and got a young niggas 'for they graduation
Spent some time on that Patek still ain't got no patience
Gave my nigga 20 years, put him on vacation
Every time I'm in the hood, I be on some Wraith shit
Stars all in the ceiling, feel like it's a spaceship
In them streets, we still in there, niggas think we made it
They just killed my little cousin, wish I could've saved him
'Member times out in Vegas when we did it major
Niggas turned they back on us, I feel like they played us
I feel like they try to use us, I can't do no favors
Gotta watch these niggas close 'cause they been catchin' vapors



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Uh, let the bag talk, got my passport, stamped up Hit the gas then I push the button like the big dogs Only see the snakes when you got the grass cut Ridin' spinners when the car stop, the rims don't She like how the car stop but the rims don't Candy paint it at the car shop like a car show I'ma give em I'ma give em what they asked for Yeah, she the real thing, she the real thing, real one On a bad day, diamond's dancing, glo'd up I confess now, I can flex now, coming up Make the trap jump, make the trap jump, double dutch Runnin' plays, runnin' plays, run a bag I be online when I'm back on the Ave All the days when the Jays buy the jab Got the whole world like, "damn, hustleman" Let the bag talk, got my passport, stamped off Hit the gas then I push the button like the big dogs Only see the snakes when you got the grass cut Ridin' spinners when the car stop, the rims don't She like how the car stop but the rims don't Candy paint it at the car shop like a car show I'ma give em-I'ma give em what they asked for (Damn, hustle-damn, hustle) She like going shopping sprees, she want everything She like gold and diamond ring, she want everything She like buying double G's, she want everything She like smokin' broccoli, I'ma get you what you need Had to back-back out the gas pack Had to back track, hit the drank, having flash backs Hit the gas like Mad Max All the bad brats like "Hustleman, goddamn" Uh, let the bag talk, got my passport, stamped off Hit the gas then I push the button like the big dogs Only see the snakes when you got the grass cut Ridin' spinners when the car stop, the rims don't She like how the car stop but the rims don't Candy paint it at the car shop like a car show I'ma give em-I'ma give em what they asked for

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Meek Mill - Bag Talk Lyrics

I can hear it in your voice you wasn't never in this shit nigga
We still at war
Young niggas totin' Glocks
Sellin' dope, poppin' wheelies
When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly
When the feds came through, they scooped the whole South Philly
We was grinding, they was hating
Perfect time to get this money, I was patient
We was Gucci, they was snaking
Only one to keep it real when they was faking
Ain't a nigga 'round me I ain't give a hundred bands to
Never fuck Im not about them bitches that we ran through
When you get the money like I got it the can't stand you
Fuck 'em, we at war with the system, in the streets
Bulletproof I'm in the trenches, niggas said that I got beef
I can't really trust these niggas 'bout this cash, and I can't sleep
And my homie lined my other homie up, 'cause he a creep
Show no love for this pussy ass nigga, it get deep
For the love of that Benji, we spillin' blood in them streets
And I know why they hate me, it ain't no love in these streets
He was hearing [?], it was cheap
He was sellin us that [?], [?] Reebok
Damn, thought you was all here, found out that we not
[?] for three blocks
Turn that boy to a freeze pop, shoot him into a [?]
It's a dog-eat-dog enviornment
Young niggas killing, all the old heads retiring
And the sound of that 30 start to sound inspiring
When you pull up on them, I start firing
Please don't judge us, they done killed our brothers
I went drop top on 'em, we do numbers
And when we get a chance to rain on 'em, we gon' flood 'em
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em
I told 'em, I'mma pray for 'em
All that drama I feel like I'm made for
Catch a body, take it to the grave for me
And if they pop you off, you'll never change on me, no
Bag talk, put a bag on her, [[?]
Killed the niggas [?]
Why you take it that far?
everybody, you gotta understand, dog
We the type to call the house and have a standoff
We ain't never been loved, so we don't know how it feel
That's how you feel the fake shit, they don't know who was real
All my enemies, frenemies, I don't know who to kill
I don't know who gon' keep it silent and know who gon' squeal
I can't tell no more
I don't know who's [?]
'Cause it all got fuzzy and came down to that money
I seen niggas [?], watch while I"m hungry
Bitches changed for the fame, you gotta watch when they phony
I don't know where I'm going, I need navigation
They came and [?] y'all niggas for they graduation
Spent some time on that [?] still ain't got no patience
Gave my nigga 20 years, put him on vacation
Every time I'm in the hood, I be on some [?] shit
Stars all in the ceiling, feel like it's a spaceship
In them streets, we still in there, niggas think we made it
They just killed my little cousin, wish I could've saved him
'Member times out in Vegas when we did it major
Niggas turned they back on us, I feel like they played us
I feel like they try to use us, I can't do no favors
Gotta watch these niggas close 'cause they been catchin [?]

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Lyrics for Bag Talk by Renni Rucci

Ayy, Heavy, turn the beat up, though Yuh Catch a broke bitch throwin′ that shade, put the fire in her face Now I caught a bitch sunny Nah, these hoes ain't get no money My bitches come through, we′ll leave a bitch runnin' Bitch, I'm gunnin′, hoe show me my opponent I count that bag with my feet up I′m beating the beat up Make yo' nigga eat up Me havin′ money, we havin' a threesome His bitch out of line, call me the wife-beater I′m in the trap with the pack and the heater These bitches, they followin' me like the leader He love on me ′cause he know I don't need him This that bag talkin', put your lil′ money up Bitches ain′t talkin' ′bout shit I got a brick sittin' on my wrist ′Cause your lil' money just drip like this This that bag talkin′, put your lil' money up Bitches ain't talkin′ ′bout shit I got a brick sittin' on my wrist ′Cause your lil' money just drip like this (This that...)

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Have sex with her, so it's better meet her wishes now. Therefore, he turned, climbed onto the seat with his knees, rested his head on the back of the seat, and continued masturbation)). Immediately, female hands began to spank me on the bottom, and quite hard. Half turned around and saw that Anya was also connected, and she was spanking hard, from the bottom of her heart.

At the same time, another series of dirty words began, "from which it followed that the fallen woman, in comparison with me, is an example of.

Renni Rucci – Bag Talk (Official Video)

I imagined how she would grasp my dick tightly, when I really fuck her, how she would scream, feeling my sperm in herself, how she would beat in orgasm. The next morning I got up with the firm intention to print Yulka as early as possible, in a few years this way. It remained to wait quite a bit, especially since I had a wonderful mistress, moreover, at work, which has a huge plus.

Smiling at my thoughts, I had a quick breakfast and went to the office, where Ksyusha, who looked so much like Yulka, was waiting for me.

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