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    BLAYZE ft. AKA - Get The Bag lyrics


    CHORUS  (BLAYZE)
     I be going in in the VIP with the vanish
     It’s the main event we gon’ hit you with the fireworks
     Everyone’s your friend when the bottles come alive
     Rolling with the gang, gang it’s gon’ be a fucking crisis
     Rhythm round the table and I know you can’t relate
     Champagne that’s the level but I tell you how it taste
     [Rrra, rrra, rrra]
     Middle finger to your street cred
     Do the most, get your bands, that’s a toast I say

     Get the bag, bag, get the money
     I tell ’em get the bag, bag, get the money
     I tell ’em get the bag, bag, get the money
     I tell ’em get the bag, bag, get the money

    VERSE 1  (BLAYZE)
     I got the answers I ain’t nothing like your last guy
     I’m such a dax they tell my story ’bout a camphor
     If she got ass then I’ma have her calling Supa
     First I
     And I
     And I
     Call me the shooter eh
     You got some nerve you brought a flood to the table
     Crib in the burbs you see the view, see the neighbors
     Now we convert, the mammies come from all sides
     Boyfriend out of town so you can feba all night
     Kanti what’s her name? The one with mmm and the waist
     And expensive taste, red bottoms is fake but the titty shake
     Ask her what she want she said the whole thang
     Ain’t gotta to tell her who’s the man that’s a no brain
     So send your nudes on the lay low
     Baby make it look right
     It’s the make you dream of what of what you wish a nigga look like
     [Rrra, rrra]
     Pray for enemies and non believers
     R.I.P to competition thank you Jesus

    CHORUS  (BLAYZE)
     I be going in in the VIP with the vanish
     It’s the main event we gon’ hit you with the fireworks
     Everyone’s your friend when the bottles come alive
     Rolling with the gang, gang it’s gon’ be a fucking crisis
     Rhythm round the table and I know you can’t relate
     Champagne that’s the level but I tell you how it taste
     [Rrra, rrra, rrra]
     Middle finger to your street cred
     Do the most, get your bands, that’s a toast I say

     Get the bag, bag, get the money
     I tell ’em get the bag, bag, get the money
     I tell ’em get the bag, bag, get the money
     I tell ’em get the bag, bag, get the money

    VERSE 2  (AKA)
     All my bitches link up, tell me what the vibe is
     Pull up in a big truck, we African diamonds
     You don’t have to worry ’bout the things we do in private
     If you getting money then you preaching to the choir
     Bottles on my table make you feel some kinda way
     I be on rodeo by bae from Mahikeng
     Middle finger to my teachers
     They said I would never be shit
     I hit these bambinos with the side eye
     You’re stroking my ego I can’t be no camera shy guy
     You’re Jose Morinho nigga watching from the side lines
     Meanwhile me and all my amigos living the high life
     Yeah, I say tell me what your life like
     Tell me why your wife throwing vibes on my timeline
     Ask ’em who the best, and they all know
     School of Excellence, Jomo Sono
     My public persona get a lot of hate
     Fuck what you’re saying if you staying at your mamma place
     Yah! Yah!
     Dolce and Gabanna on my collar man
     Ya’ll drinking Savanna on your holiday

    CHORUS  (BLAYZE)
     I be going in in the VIP with the vanish
     It’s the main event we gon’ hit you with the fireworks
     Everyone’s your friend when the bottles come alive
     Rolling with the gang, gang it’s gon’ be a fucking crisis
     Rhythm round the table and I know you can’t relate
     Champagne that’s the level but I tell you how it taste
     [Rrra, rrra, rrra]
     Middle finger to your street cred
     Do the most, get your bands, that’s a toast I say

     Get the bag, bag, get the money
     I tell ’em get the bag, bag, get the money
     I tell ’em get the bag, bag, get the money
     I tell ’em get the bag, bag, get the money

    OUTRO
     Get the bag, bag, get the money
     I tell ’em get the bag, bag, get the money
     I tell ’em get the bag, bag, get the money
     I tell ’em get the bag, bag, get the money
                        

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