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DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh, DJ Fresh. Man, Uh. Man. Talk it Touch spot out the way, just departed McLaren. Oakland Hills with my lady eating organic. It get ill, but what's life without no challenge? My mama into real estate, I need a house In Atlanta. My life depending on this shit, so Look, I need mine. What can you bring to the table? I'm just being logical. At least I never lie to you, I got A lot on my plate. And a little extra Stress, something I can't take. I need a bitch that motivate me, everything else Fake. Like the strings in my ninety-sevens, Bitch, I'm laced. I work hard, so hell yeah, I need a vacation. I just find a way, I don't ask the Nation. I do good business, fuck paying you later. I move how I move to avoid the cases. Woke up with money on my mind, I'm anxious. Palm bitching on the way to Vegas. Banked up, living life like a magnet. Bad days, guap, nigga, racks. The drama? Baby, I don't need that. The headache? Baby, I don't need that. I need more of them bags. Man. Uh, damn. I need more them bags. Yeah. man. Uh, damn. Eyes rolling to the back of my head. Botchella, no cellar like my service is dead. Hoes yelling, "Fuck me, why you leave me on Read?" Well, first off, I ain't mean it, I Was hanging with friends. Yeah, I pulled up in Benz. Yeah, I left in a Wraith. I be wondering if it's love when I was Brought up with hate. Sending racks on the daily, Yeah, I used to do that. They be like, "Who is that in the Beamer All black?" On twenty-twos, deuce-deuce sit right on My lap. Sagging in my bags with the burgundy Rags. Your bitch is married, your nigga scary. These problems piling up, hoe, you deadly than a Motherfucker. Thirty-something with no kids, it's Amazing to her. Her friends raving to hers. The crib wasn't vacant at first. I had a stable full of stallions who paid For the first. Furniture from Italy, same brand the Say on her purse. Banked up, living life like A magnet. Bad days, nigga, racks. The drama? Baby, don't need that. The headache? Baby, I don't need that. I need more of them bags. Man. Uh, damn. I need more of bags. Yeah. Ayy, Man. Uh, Damn. I need More Of Them bags. Man.
Jay Worthy, DJ.Fresh, Larry June — More Then Bags
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