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Artiste : Ace Hood
Titre : Bag Play
Hey, put a towel underneath the door
Open the windows up
Oh man

Don´t you call the cops, I´m smokin´ on that killa

I´m so super lit I can´t even fight the feelin´
Told my kids that daddy must go get the millions
Pull up with the top, I left without the ceiling

I´m on to bag play
I´m in a great space
Ain´t with the fake love, I won´t even handshake
The real niggas fuck with me, I´m talkin´ the long way
I jump on the beat hungry, I make it a entree

I am not fighting the feeling
I gotta be one of the realest
Really though, one of the illest
Mentally fully committed
Ain´t no sauce for the free
Ain´t no land of the free
Ain´t no hand-out, let me find out, nothing´s here for the cheap

I´mma rise to occasion, every time we arrange it
I´m alive, nigga, get in line, still ahead of time with the cadance
No flaws, no flagging
Murder scene, new caskets
Boy, it´s feeling like the first time Frank Lucas hit with Blue Magic
God

Oh shit, I think that´s them people at the door [Zeek?]
I think we done packed too much gelato in the (?) fool
Yeah, fuck it

Don´t you call the cops, I´m smokin´ on that killa
I´m so super lit I can´t even fight the feelin´

Told my kids that daddy must go get the millions
Pull up with the top, I left without the ceiling

I´m on to bag play (yeah, yeah)
I´m in a great space (yeah, yeah)
Ain´t with the fake love (no way)
I won´t even handshake (no way)
The real niggas fuck with me, I´m talkin´ the long way
I jump on the beat hungry, I make it a entree (did that)

Ready or not, fuck if you ready or not
Niggas be talking a lot
Claimin´ they hot
"Fuck is you talkin´ about?"
Niggas they wanna be ´Pac
You could get shot like him

You know the flow on a old diaper
Ain´t no containin´ a (?)
Cannot compare to a Leonitas
Phone jumpin´ off-hook
I´m in my robe when I cook
I´m centerfoldin´ my looks
I´m tired on schoolin´ you rooks
Turned the ´telly to the trap
Different season on the raps
Smokin loud, trying to hold it down
Fuck it, neighbors hatin´ on the low
Any city, I´mma pull up in it, make a fuckin´ movie at the show
Made a killin´ at the door
I´ve been living on the road
Fans feed my soul
Keep on feedin´ ´em tho
I heard a knock at that door

Don´t you call the cops, I´m smokin´ on that killa
I´m so super lit I can´t even fight the feelin´
Told my kids that daddy must go get the millions
Pull up with the top, I left without the ceiling

I´m on to bag play (yeah, yeah)
I´m in a great space (yeah, yeah)
Ain´t with the fake love, I won´t even handshake (oh no)
The real niggas fuck with me, I´m talkin´ the long way
I jump on the beat hungry, I make it my entree (did that)