They blow the bag to get lit, I blow the bag to get rich
I might make a bag and then flip it, do my ting and then dip
Blow the haters a kiss, if they hate it is what it is
They can't dim the light, we emit, it's a crazy life I admit
I know them man they're hoping I quit, I ain't that artist that rhyme with Nelly
Alright, I'm taking the piss, my family state side said I ain't missing in a grip
They know what it is, I don't have to talk my shit
Not many man walk like this, I have to switch phones on the roll, who's this?
Look, I know you need me right now but watch how you use that tone
There's always peas on the dome, that's why my whereabouts is unknown
I'm sitting in management meetings, looking at ceilings
Got them thinking I'm slow, I know, secure the bag and go home
Mission exposed, you know it, you know how it goes
They love when I cook up tracks in front of them, come like a Habachi Stove
The colour of envy drives them crazy, pass me the car keys though
I'm finding sheets to fold up in bulk, but watch how it all unfold
Watch how the story's told
They blow the bag to get lit, I blow the bag to get rich
I might make a bag and then flip it, do my ting and then dip
Blow the haters a kiss, if they hate it is what it is
They can't dim the light, we emit, it's a crazy life I admit
I know them man, they're hoping I quit
I ain't that artist that rhyme with Nelly, alright, I'm taking the piss
My family state side said I ain't missing in a grip
They know what it is, I don't have to talk my shit
Not many man walk like this, I have to switch phones on the roll, who's this ?
This year is all about paper, I'm on my grind, see you later
I want thousands by the acre, so I can't even see a neighbour
I'm on my grind like a skater, ain't got time for no hater
In the bakery, I'm a baker, tell auntie, fill the container
Putting my all in this music thing is a risk, but I feel the reward is greater
Being nurtured wasn't my nature, used to love the fade like taper
Time is tight to waste like trainer
I feel when I run out of favours, that's when the odds start tip in my favour
Give thanks to the maker
Ibz - Blow The Bag Lyrics
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They blow the bag to get lit, I blow the bag to get rich
I might make a bag and then flip it, do my ting and then dip
Blow the haters a kiss, if they hate it is what it is
They can't dim the light, we emit, it's a crazy life I admit
I know them man they're hoping I quit, I ain't that artist that rhyme with Nelly
Alright, I'm taking the piss, my family state side said I ain't missing in a grip
They know what it is, I don't have to talk my shit
Not many man walk like this, I have to switch phones on the roll, who's this?
Look, I know you need me right now but watch how you use that tone
There's always peas on the dome, that's why my whereabouts is unknown
I'm sitting in management meetings, looking at ceilings
Got them thinking I'm slow, I know, secure the bag and go home
Mission exposed, you know it, you know how it goes
They love when I cook up tracks in front of them, come like a Habachi Stove
The colour of envy drives them crazy, pass me the car keys though
I'm finding sheets to fold up in bulk, but watch how it all unfold
Watch how the story's told
They blow the bag to get lit, I blow the bag to get rich
I might make a bag and then flip it, do my ting and then dip
Blow the haters a kiss, if they hate it is what it is
They can't dim the light, we emit, it's a crazy life I admit
I know them man, they're hoping I quit
I ain't that artist that rhyme with Nelly, alright, I'm taking the piss
My family state side said I ain't missing in a grip
They know what it is, I don't have to talk my shit
Not many man walk like this, I have to switch phones on the roll, who's this ?
This year is all about paper, I'm on my grind, see you later
I want thousands by the acre, so I can't even see a neighbour
I'm on my grind like a skater, ain't got time for no hater
In the bakery, I'm a baker, tell auntie, fill the container
Putting my all in this music thing is a risk, but I feel the reward is greater
Being nurtured wasn't my nature, used to love the fade like taper
Time is tight to waste like trainer
I feel when I run out of favours, that's when the odds start tip in my favour
Give thanks to the maker
I might make a bag and then flip it, do my ting and then dip
Blow the haters a kiss, if they hate it is what it is
They can't dim the light, we emit, it's a crazy life I admit
I know them man they're hoping I quit, I ain't that artist that rhyme with Nelly
Alright, I'm taking the piss, my family state side said I ain't missing in a grip
They know what it is, I don't have to talk my shit
Not many man walk like this, I have to switch phones on the roll, who's this?
Look, I know you need me right now but watch how you use that tone
There's always peas on the dome, that's why my whereabouts is unknown
I'm sitting in management meetings, looking at ceilings
Got them thinking I'm slow, I know, secure the bag and go home
Mission exposed, you know it, you know how it goes
They love when I cook up tracks in front of them, come like a Habachi Stove
The colour of envy drives them crazy, pass me the car keys though
I'm finding sheets to fold up in bulk, but watch how it all unfold
Watch how the story's told
They blow the bag to get lit, I blow the bag to get rich
I might make a bag and then flip it, do my ting and then dip
Blow the haters a kiss, if they hate it is what it is
They can't dim the light, we emit, it's a crazy life I admit
I know them man, they're hoping I quit
I ain't that artist that rhyme with Nelly, alright, I'm taking the piss
My family state side said I ain't missing in a grip
They know what it is, I don't have to talk my shit
Not many man walk like this, I have to switch phones on the roll, who's this ?
This year is all about paper, I'm on my grind, see you later
I want thousands by the acre, so I can't even see a neighbour
I'm on my grind like a skater, ain't got time for no hater
In the bakery, I'm a baker, tell auntie, fill the container
Putting my all in this music thing is a risk, but I feel the reward is greater
Being nurtured wasn't my nature, used to love the fade like taper
Time is tight to waste like trainer
I feel when I run out of favours, that's when the odds start tip in my favour
Give thanks to the maker
Writer: Ibrahim Bangura
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid