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    Yo Gotti – Brown Bag [2017]

    Künstler:
    Yo Gotti

    [Intro]
    Zaytoven

    [Chorus]
    Baking soda on the counter
    J’s at the door
    I got bails in the attic
    Money in the floor
    Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
    Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope
    Baking soda on the counter
    J’s at the door
    I got bails in the attic
    Money in the floor
    Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
    Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope

    [Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
    Yo
    Ain’t no credit when you shop with me
    You want some credit, leave your car with me
    I tell my bitch she gon’ go far with me
    But she may have to take a charge for me
    Baking soda in the ‘fridgerator
    I got money, that shit come with haters
    What you want, what you need
    I got pounds, I got keys
    I got Goyard, that’s a bag
    Go hard for the bag
    I got no heart, I’m heartless
    For the bag, I’m retarded
    Birkin bag with the crocodile
    Yeah my bitch been around
    I gave my bitch a real bag
    I got faith she gon’ hold it down

    [Chorus]
    Baking soda on the counter
    J’s at the door
    I got bails in the attic
    Money in the floor
    Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
    Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope
    Baking soda on the counter
    J’s at the door
    I got bails in the attic
    Money in the floor
    Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
    Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope

    [Verse 2: Yo Gotti]
    Yo
    Why the trap smell like onions
    What’s that loud odor
    I’ve been sackin’ brown bags like I work at Kroger
    Not concerned with no payment nigga, what the total
    I jumped out my Bentley coupe into a Toyota
    Seatbelt, rental car trafficking
    Blood on my diamonds, bitch I’m African
    Quit puttin’ your bag on that ‘gram, boy that real life
    You’ll have them feds and them robbers at you, real life
    I put my money in the ground and molded
    Put my trust in a nigga and he folded
    Can’t believe that nigga took the stand and told
    Fuck your bitch in the trap the dick she rode

    [Chorus]
    Baking soda on the counter
    J’s at the door
    I got bails in the attic
    Money in the floor
    Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
    Plastic bags, in and out and that shit filled with dope
    Baking soda on the counter
    J’s at the door
    I got bails in the attic
    Money in the floor
    Brown bag, back and forth like a grocery store
    Plastic bags, back and forth and that shit filled with dope

    Yo


    Künstler:
    Yo Gotti


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