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Icey B - For The Bag Lyrics



Icey B - For The Bag Lyrics




I've been doing it for the bag, boy Coming back wasn't easy
I was in the rough and now my wallet cheesy Now I got that bankroll steady busy
Now I'm stacking all dinero, getting Dizzy like Gillespie, only real ones get the reference
Only real ones get my preference All the fake ones get that severance

I be flying, no pretending Ain't no falling off the wagon again
Spitting that fire like dragon again Coming at you with the flow to the end
I be swerving, sipping bourbon Give me that chicken with extra bourbon
Peeping that money like I've been grinding in this shit

I'ma slide it, make a hit Call me Floyd, I'll take a hit
Get you on your feet, I spit I've been grinding in this shit
I'ma slide it, make a hit Call me Floyd, I'll take a hit
Get you on your feet, I spit Started in the rubble, started in the hustle

Working like muscle, looked past trouble Rose like bouquet, remember that time
I was living out the suitcase Yeah, coming up out of mud was easy
Now be counting this cheddar it's cheesy Stacking it up like Tetris
Packing it, watch it up like Netflix, yeah Down when I hit you up

Like it don't make sense when I only make those blue notes
Keeping it going on smooth flow Picking up ladies forklift (true though)
Guala looking green, Iguana kinda sorta wanna
Mamacita in my life pulling up like Baby girl, I like

I just gotta be patient with it like How I done came up, yeah
All the way to the top, yeah On the way that I want, yeah
On the way that I want, yeah This the way that I want, yeah
I've been doing it for the bag boy I've been doing it for the bag boy

Coming back wasn't easy I was in the rough and now my wallet cheesy
Now I got the bankroll steady busy How I'm stacking all dinero getting Dizzy
Like Gillespie, only real ones get the reference Only real ones get my preference
All the fake ones get that severance I be fly, ain't no pretending

Ain't no fallin' off the wagon again Spitting that fire like dragon again
Coming at you with the flow to the end I be swervin', sipping bourbon
Give me that chicken with extra bourbon Peeping that money like
I've been grinding in this shit I'ma slide and make a hit

Call me Floyd, I'll take a hit Get you on your feet, I spit
I've been grinding in this shit I'ma slide and make a hit
Call me Floyd, I'll take a hit Get you on your feet, I spit
Ay ay ay, I've been doing it for the bag boy Ay ay ay ay, I've been doing it for the bag homie

Ay ay ay ay, I've been doing it for the bag boy Ay ay ay ay, I've been doing it for the
Bag
Shout out to Ezra made it
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I've been doing it for the bag, boy Coming back wasn't easy
I was in the rough and now my wallet cheesy Now I got that bankroll steady busy
Now I'm stacking all dinero, getting Dizzy like Gillespie, only real ones get the reference
Only real ones get my preference All the fake ones get that severance

I be flying, no pretending Ain't no falling off the wagon again
Spitting that fire like dragon again Coming at you with the flow to the end
I be swerving, sipping bourbon Give me that chicken with extra bourbon
Peeping that money like I've been grinding in this shit

I'ma slide it, make a hit Call me Floyd, I'll take a hit
Get you on your feet, I spit I've been grinding in this shit
I'ma slide it, make a hit Call me Floyd, I'll take a hit
Get you on your feet, I spit Started in the rubble, started in the hustle

Working like muscle, looked past trouble Rose like bouquet, remember that time
I was living out the suitcase Yeah, coming up out of mud was easy
Now be counting this cheddar it's cheesy Stacking it up like Tetris
Packing it, watch it up like Netflix, yeah Down when I hit you up

Like it don't make sense when I only make those blue notes
Keeping it going on smooth flow Picking up ladies forklift (true though)
Guala looking green, Iguana kinda sorta wanna
Mamacita in my life pulling up like Baby girl, I like

I just gotta be patient with it like How I done came up, yeah
All the way to the top, yeah On the way that I want, yeah
On the way that I want, yeah This the way that I want, yeah
I've been doing it for the bag boy I've been doing it for the bag boy

Coming back wasn't easy I was in the rough and now my wallet cheesy
Now I got the bankroll steady busy How I'm stacking all dinero getting Dizzy
Like Gillespie, only real ones get the reference Only real ones get my preference
All the fake ones get that severance I be fly, ain't no pretending

Ain't no fallin' off the wagon again Spitting that fire like dragon again
Coming at you with the flow to the end I be swervin', sipping bourbon
Give me that chicken with extra bourbon Peeping that money like
I've been grinding in this shit I'ma slide and make a hit

Call me Floyd, I'll take a hit Get you on your feet, I spit
I've been grinding in this shit I'ma slide and make a hit
Call me Floyd, I'll take a hit Get you on your feet, I spit
Ay ay ay, I've been doing it for the bag boy Ay ay ay ay, I've been doing it for the bag homie

Ay ay ay ay, I've been doing it for the bag boy Ay ay ay ay, I've been doing it for the
Bag
Shout out to Ezra made it
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Bryan Diaz
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Icey B
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: Bryan Diaz

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