
Talking Brazy Baglife Tee & YSR Gramz
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[Intro: Baglife Tee]
(J X L A N)
Baglife, nigga
(J, this shit too crazy)
[Verse 1: Baglife Tee]
I just fucked a nigga bitch, now the nigga hate me
I just rolled a whole zip, now I'm finna face it
I just fucked her upstairs, now we in the basement
Bust a nigga head outside, leave him on the pavement
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
I'll get to trippin' 'round Beecher, nigga, I'm the mayor
I'll do a feature for you, nigga, but you gotta pay me
I can't be a victim, you gon' meet the Drakey
I don't fuck with y'all niggas like we back in slavery
[Verse 3: Baglife Tee]
Couple thousand stuffed up in my pocket, make these niggas hate me
You could come and try to take this shit, you gon' meet the Drakey
Treat a nigga like a box of cereal, we gon' Frosted Flake him
Police couldn't even find a body, we done Devil's Laked him
[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
High as hell, rolled a three-five, this a wakey-bakey
Boy, this ain't no regular-ass weed, this some Gary Payton
Treat 'em like they nothin', run it up in some Human Races
I'm high as hell off that weed, told Tee to face it
(J X L A N)
Baglife, nigga
(J, this shit too crazy)
[Verse 1: Baglife Tee]
I just fucked a nigga bitch, now the nigga hate me
I just rolled a whole zip, now I'm finna face it
I just fucked her upstairs, now we in the basement
Bust a nigga head outside, leave him on the pavement
[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
I'll get to trippin' 'round Beecher, nigga, I'm the mayor
I'll do a feature for you, nigga, but you gotta pay me
I can't be a victim, you gon' meet the Drakey
I don't fuck with y'all niggas like we back in slavery
[Verse 3: Baglife Tee]
Couple thousand stuffed up in my pocket, make these niggas hate me
You could come and try to take this shit, you gon' meet the Drakey
Treat a nigga like a box of cereal, we gon' Frosted Flake him
Police couldn't even find a body, we done Devil's Laked him
[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
High as hell, rolled a three-five, this a wakey-bakey
Boy, this ain't no regular-ass weed, this some Gary Payton
Treat 'em like they nothin', run it up in some Human Races
I'm high as hell off that weed, told Tee to face it
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