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Bag gone, hat gone, coat
Why cha get the hell on out the do'?

Bag gone, hat gone, gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the

Bag gone, hat gone, coat
Why don't cha get the hell on out the

He told me three was cheap
Wit' a chick, wit' a stick, yeah, girls be freakin'
Checkin' in every other weekend
Say brah, I can't picture one eatin'

Boy, you ain't know fo' sho' she
While she tellin' me dog, she goin' to meetings
Meeting Kitty wit' her mouth, that's what yo' 'bout
Man, pass me my asthma pump, put one out

Sometimes I be likin' when seein' dykin'
Pissin' on each other, mud and fightin'
Hair everywhere, scratchin' and
Pass me my asthma, pump again, man, this exciting

I be like, let's get like a game of checkers
And I done more chicks than Nelly sold records
E.I, C.I, a chick out
Then give it to chick and leave it up in her mouth

Bag gone, hat gone, gone
Why cha get the hell on out the do'?

Bag gone, hat gone, gone
Why don't cha get the on out the do'

There's a story about a bitch Sally
A hot lived in that rat-hoe alley
She stayed sharp, rockin' balance
And a fat laid down in the Cadi'

Back of the seat or back of the
I'm a hot boy, it really don't
My brother, K.C. plays tellers
jump off, hit a stepper, whatever

Michael Kipper, James got a big better
Dick gotta a bitch in Miami, a
Like Delores from A.T.L, 'The of the Week'
She did me, Slim, Joe and

I care, bitch, just ride
yo' pussy and shake yo' thigh
Get yo' hat, get yo' coat, time to ride
Baby lookin' at me like she surprise?

Bag gone, hat gone, coat
Why don't cha get the on out the do'?

Bag gone, hat gone, gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the

Let me tell you about another one of my
I caught the ignorant pokin' holes in rubbers
Talkin' she late, sorry no wait
Girl, you fucked me, Tyson and O.J

hoes be pullin' they raw tactics
Baby, and jaw-jackin'
Mami suck dick a lowrider
Ooh, wee, don't her

Thinkin' that claim that baby
you coo-coo, stupid, dumb and crazy
His eyes green and his wavy
you had me, huh? Got me, playin' me

She movin' like a nigga switches
But I bet I'd hit that old
She a popper, H.G.,
She Uptown, baby girl, don't knock her

Bag gone, hat gone, coat
Why don't cha get the hell on out the

Bag gone, hat gone, coat
Why cha get the hell on out the do'?

Bag gone, hat gone, gone
Why don't cha get the on out the do'?
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