Lyrics

You are now listening to Rare Deviation
We're making hits over here
Let me talk my shit
Bitch, let me talk my shit, bitch
I keep a bag and she know it
Shake some ass and I might throw it
Saving hoes I'm not heroic
All white I think it's snowing
Keep it going keep it going
Yeah you see the shit I'm on
Baby Kush is my cologne
Let me put that shit right on
Hit me up when you alone
Don't give a fuck about your man
He don't fuck you like I can
Matter fact let's make some plans
I can take you to Hawaii
I can take you to Japan
Bitch I'm the man I'm the man
And I'm on some shit again
New York City shit again
I might hop in a Ferrari
I might hop into a Benz
It depends it depends
I keep a bag, keep a bag, keep a bag I keep a
I keep a bag tucked (that shit tucked)
If you ain't smoking on exotic
You can't match us (you can't match)
Only joints, you can't pull up
Trying to match blunts
Bopping thots on my motherfucking mattress
In Hawaii, I'm with Ozone and some bad ones
I'm a real one you can tell she never had one
And she know my shit be selling like it's Samsung
Got the cookies got the runts and it's all bagged up
What's happening
I be spazzing
How the fuck do she be walking with that wagon
When I hit it from the back that shit be clapping
High as hell feels like I'm on another planet
Back in San Diego
On my Cali shit again
Got a white skin tone Latina
And she bout to bring her friend
She be talking 'bout her make-up
I'm like that's a real nice blend
I don't really even care
I'm just trying to get it in
I might pull up in a focus
But next time it'll be a Benz
She want to be more than friends
It depends it depends
They want to fight me over bitches
Tell them I got different plans
I'm a make that money dance
Got your shorty in a trance
Chasing a bag, aye
Chase it like we playing tag, aye
Chase it till it make me stack, aye
I'm popping out with a band, aye
We in the cut like a band-aid
Got me a bottle of brandy
I live my life wild, Don't cut the lights down
She look enticed now, I got my ice out
She gone get piped down, that's just a light round
So wet I might drown, just get me my crown Now
Bag bag bag bag bag talk
I can see it from the front, when her ass walk
And we driving hellcats on the asphalt
And we going overseas, get your passport
Bitch I'm in my bag, bitch I'm in my nsport
Fuck her then I leave, yeah I got to transport
And I'm coming for your money, I'm the landlord
I'm like Shaq and Kobe oop it from the backboard
O- bitch, let talk my shit
Let me talk my shit, bitch, aye
Let me talk my shit
Written by: Adrian Ortiz, Daniel Enrique Flores, Michael Menefee, Orlando Landery
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