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Marv - Getting to the Bag Lyrics



Marv - Getting to the Bag Lyrics




Gettin to the bag aye aye aye aye aye
Swagger so silky but nigga don't Milk me don't let me go off and Brag yeah yeah hot
Like a furnace Complete any purchase not Looking at the tag no way aye aye
These bands in my pockets you a Drag I'm a jockey pants always F*cking saggin'

Getting to the bag aye
Getting to the bag aye
Getting to the bag aye
Getting to the bag aye

Grind don't stop
Rock big rocks (Aye)
Bill big f*cks (Yuh)
Yeah my wrist hot yeah
BS the hotspot
Got my bitch rolling pot
Money on the clock
Twelve to Twelve bitch
Don't let shit rot uh
You only sorry when
You get caught yeah
I avoid the snakes
Got the crib on lock shoot my shot No bot make it drop
Shake that ass smoke this grass Make sure the speakers blast
Life is always moving fast
Looking forward not the past
She's saying that I'm harsh
So I had to f*cking pass
If you ain't first you last
Got her screams breaking glass
Blackspades taking tasks short or Little not down the middle

Gettin to the bag aye aye aye aye aye
Swagger so silky but nigga don't Milk me don't let me go off and Brag yeah yeah hot
Like a furnace Complete any purchase not Looking at the tag no way aye aye
These bands in my pockets you a Drag I'm a jockey pants always F*cking saggin'

Getting to the bag aye
Getting to the bag aye
Getting to the bag aye
Getting to the bag aye

I'm sittin' and drinkin'
I ain't really thinking
What's on my mind yeah
These bitches is fiendin'
They Hitting my line
Ain't got no time
Yeah yeah
Everyday, moving packs and Weight got no tax to pay
Slacking is a virtue that I lack
And only time for stacking
I'm on brackin' got a backwoods
We scale it up and bag it
Get to the bag get to the bag
Get to the bag yeah
Told the bitch get the rag
Get the rag yeah yeah
Don't call us if it ain't about the Money
Seperate phone for that Seperate phone for hunnys
I don't play the dummy
If she want a tummy tuck
Bitch, I'ma funny f*ck
And you niggas runnin' out of shit
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
24/7 like 711 , play with my cash
Get sent to the heaven
Or hell, what's your preference on This mic I got stripes like a referee
Never get the best of me
Otherwise you rest in peace bitch
Get the bag yeah yeah
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Gettin to the bag aye aye aye aye aye
Swagger so silky but nigga don't Milk me don't let me go off and Brag yeah yeah hot
Like a furnace Complete any purchase not Looking at the tag no way aye aye
These bands in my pockets you a Drag I'm a jockey pants always F*cking saggin'

Getting to the bag aye
Getting to the bag aye
Getting to the bag aye
Getting to the bag aye

Grind don't stop
Rock big rocks (Aye)
Bill big f*cks (Yuh)
Yeah my wrist hot yeah
BS the hotspot
Got my bitch rolling pot
Money on the clock
Twelve to Twelve bitch
Don't let shit rot uh
You only sorry when
You get caught yeah
I avoid the snakes
Got the crib on lock shoot my shot No bot make it drop
Shake that ass smoke this grass Make sure the speakers blast
Life is always moving fast
Looking forward not the past
She's saying that I'm harsh
So I had to f*cking pass
If you ain't first you last
Got her screams breaking glass
Blackspades taking tasks short or Little not down the middle

Gettin to the bag aye aye aye aye aye
Swagger so silky but nigga don't Milk me don't let me go off and Brag yeah yeah hot
Like a furnace Complete any purchase not Looking at the tag no way aye aye
These bands in my pockets you a Drag I'm a jockey pants always F*cking saggin'

Getting to the bag aye
Getting to the bag aye
Getting to the bag aye
Getting to the bag aye

I'm sittin' and drinkin'
I ain't really thinking
What's on my mind yeah
These bitches is fiendin'
They Hitting my line
Ain't got no time
Yeah yeah
Everyday, moving packs and Weight got no tax to pay
Slacking is a virtue that I lack
And only time for stacking
I'm on brackin' got a backwoods
We scale it up and bag it
Get to the bag get to the bag
Get to the bag yeah
Told the bitch get the rag
Get the rag yeah yeah
Don't call us if it ain't about the Money
Seperate phone for that Seperate phone for hunnys
I don't play the dummy
If she want a tummy tuck
Bitch, I'ma funny f*ck
And you niggas runnin' out of shit
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
24/7 like 711 , play with my cash
Get sent to the heaven
Or hell, what's your preference on This mic I got stripes like a referee
Never get the best of me
Otherwise you rest in peace bitch
Get the bag yeah yeah
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Writer: Julian Wilson, Marvin Ceron
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Marv
Language: English
Length: 2:22
Written by: Julian Wilson, Marvin Ceron

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