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Lil Keed - Big Bag Lyrics

Big Bag Song Lyrics
Big Bag by Lil Keed (A tsunami warning has been issued.)

I let the jet speed off, uh, I crave a million dollars, uh
These niggas lookin' sour, uh, I prayed up my toddlers, uh, I blew out the tier, uh
The Bugatti is too fast for me, took off on a pill who asked for me
She suck on that dick gradually, uh
I grew up on sand, baby
I don't know 'bout this b**ch, she a fan, baby
I don't f**k with this nigga he ran, baby
I don't f**k with this b**ch, not a man, baby
Got this drip on my wrist she gon glance at it
I don't want that lil car if you're man had it
Peanut butter the guts in a 911
AK-47 with nuts and you very scary
What's the optimistic? I been out the trenches
What's the option given when you born a killer?
I been servin' babies, f**k a babysitter
I been nuttin' on her, never ever kiss her
I just talked to God, not a f**kin' pillow
I don't f**k with fraud, I'm a real nigga
Shawty keep me hard 'cause I'm havin' millions
And I'm so determined, nigga

Big bag, big bag, like a fat cat, I wanna know where the racks at
I lock the dope where the latch at, got a new four-door, f**k a hatchback
Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the napsack
Big dawg, big smoke, f**k a knapsack
She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that
Big chain, got no [?]

I remember I was really lonely, now I got hundreds on me, yeah, I'm splurgin' with it
Pushin' up in a matte-black Tahoe, yeah, I'm havin' slimes in it
Told that girl I never rush, I'm always 'bout timin'
Biscotti that we hotboxin', you can come and get high with me
Uh, nigga ever play, we leave him dead, uh
Third shot hit him in the head, uh
Never hatin', I ain't never pressed, uh
You can pull a blick when you scared
Yeah, air it out, you made the wrong turn (Air it out)
Told God to [?], the ho in my turn
Everything I got, nigga, hard-earned
And I ain't been to sleep in the early mornin'

Big bag, big bag, like a fat cat, I wanna know where the racks at
I lock the dope where the latch at, got a new four-door, f**k a hatchback
Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the napsack
Big dawg, big smoke, f**k a knapsack
She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that
Big chain, got no [?]

Don't ever think that you counted me out
I walked into [?], I'm cashin' out
[?]
Three hundred thou' on the Rollie, watch out
Don't ever play with me, I'll air that sh*t out
I don't only speak, but I'm walkin' it out
I'm runnin' in circles, these b**ches exhausted
[?]
I'm shootin' my shot, you will think I'm James Harden
Put some respect on my sh*t [?]
The f**k is you sayin'? I want all of my Ms, no Barbie
It's a slime party, you know that you're welcome to party

Big bag, big bag, like a fat cat, I wanna know where the racks at
I lock the dope where the latch at, got a new four-door, f**k a hatchback
Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the napsack
Big dawg, big smoke, f**k a knapsack
She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that
Big chain, got no [?]
Big bag, big bag, like a fat cat, I wanna know where the racks at
I lock the dope where the latch at, got a new four-door, f**k a hatchback
Hundred mil' up, hundred racks in the napsack
Big dawg, big smoke, f**k a knapsack
She a Barbie and she livin' up to all that
Big chain, got no [?]