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BAG SEASON by TBALLER Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

[Intro]
We Love You, TBALLER

[Chorus: TBALLER]
Bitch, it's bag season (bag bag)
Get yo' money get yo' bags ain't no need to reason
(get them chips)
Get some cuddy call the hoes but we ain't keepin' (Naw naw)
I be stuck to the bucks, call it adhesion (Stuck)
Man, I don't give a fuck the bitch mad schemin'
Say I do it for the clout that's the wrong reason
(That's the wrong reason)
Bitch say she want my dick I told her "get to eatin" (Uh uh)
All these bags in the whip you'd think we drug dealin'
Baby this ain't fuckin' love this the lust feelin'

[Verse 1: yungmac]
I been with the squad I don't catch feelings
Fuck her then I pass her I don't need reason
Countin' up the money finger bleedin'
Bought some new designer I don't need it
Now I'm with my squad everybody fuckin' eatin'
I don't catch a case, I don't plead it
I just killed that bitch and her demons
Drip too hard, Lil baby
If you wanna see me gotta pay me
I been on my grind never lazy
Smokin' good ganja and it's tasty
Hatin' ass people can't phase me
I'm the head coach you can't play me
Call me Mr. Clutch like McGrady
Used to drive a Mazda now Mercedes
I got my mind faded and I got some bad bitches naked
Goin' foreign places in a foreign whip, I don't know
I don't like the foreign chicks
But they really fuckin' with my dick in their mothafuckin' throat
Go home, you a hoe

[Chorus: TBALLER]
Bitch, its bag season (bag bag)
Get yo' money get yo' bags ain't no need to reason
(Get them chips)
Get some cuddy call the hoes but we ain't keepin' (Naw naw)
I be stuck to the bucks, call it adhesion (Stuck)
Man, I don't give a fuck the bitch mad schemin'
Say I do it for the clout that's the wrong reason
(That's the wrong reason)
Bitch say she want my dick I told her "get to eatin'" (Uh uh)
All these bags in the whip you'd think we drug dealin'
Baby this ain't fuckin' love this the lust feelin'

[Verse 2: TBALLER]
Bitch, its my time now
Mothafuckas better watch out cause i'm comin' for the crown
I'm like really i'm the man, i'm the dude up in the town
I got money in my pants and my jackets filled with down

Bitch, that's goose feathers
Tryna cop a whip, all white with the red leather
Tryna cop a bust down roley with a big bezel
And I know if i'ma do that shit I gotta never settle
Maybe you've seen a prodigy but ain't no way he this special
Said "get on my level" mothafucka told me "which level?"
Look up on my chain this ain't a choker, this the thick metal
Feelin' like Lebron, cause when he dunk he make the rim rattle
You might win another time but ain't no way its this battle
Bitch
It's bag season

[Chorus: TBALLER]
Bitch, its bag season (Bag bag)
Get yo' money get yo' bags ain't no need to reason
(Get them chips)
Get some cuddy call the hoes but we ain't keepin (Naw naw)
I be stuck to the bucks, call it adhesion (Stuck)
Man, I don't give a fuck the bitch mad schemin'
Say I do it for the clout that's the wrong reason
(That's the wrong reason)
Bitch say she want my dick I told her "get to eatin'" (Uh uh)
All these bags in the whip you'd think we drug dealin'
Baby this ain't fuckin' love this the lust feelin'