Northern.* - duffel

Bitch I'm in my duffel, fuck a bag
Glock with extendo long mag
Heard that boy, yea he stealing my swag
Put that boy in the air, like a flag
I Don't gotta look at the price tag
Worried bout a bitch you never had
Worried bout a bag you never had
Worried bout me that's kinda sad
Needa stay up in your own lane
I'm off them shroomies, I might go insane
I Don't want that hoe, I want that hoe brain
She in love with white, she like cocaine
She just did a line, she got nose pain
I can't feel my face, like it's Novocaine
Stop comparing me and him, we not the same
I'm in love with bread, yea whole grain
Bitch I'm in my duffel, fuck a bag
Glock with extendo long mag
Heard that boy, yea he stealing my swag
Put that boy in the air, like a flag
I Don't gotta look at the price tag
Worried bout a bitch you never had
Worried bout a bag you never had
Worried bout me that's kinda sad

Written by:
Nathan Craft

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