O.H. Bags - FEELINGS

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Look
I might've fucked up this bitch
And her feelings
But I never fucked up a pack
You place a order
Short me a quarter
Please get the fuck
From the trap
Can't do no favors
When I did them favors
Took Ls yea I gotta get back
Oh baby I gotta get back
On baby I gotta
I might've fucked up this bitch
And her feelings
But I never fucked up a pack
You place a order
Short me a quarter
Please get the fuck
From the trap
Can't do no favors
When I did them favors
Took Ls yea I gotta get back
Oh baby I gotta get back
On baby I gotta

Vision me I get you lit
Christmas tree
Charge a fee
Need my currency with urgency
Bullshit ain't concerning me
Mind my LLC
Niggas talking bad on me
Tell em' SMD
But yo
Adios Vaminos
Knocking it down dominos
Shit poppin cause I'm on the roll
Got it poppin like crisco
In the kitchen bag it up
Green Bay pack em' up
Call my mans Aaron Rodgers
If you knowin then you know
Leroy with the glow
Niggas going with the flow
Listen baby I'm the flow
Niggas jackin I'm the goat
Never been the one to boast
But I'm bout bread so I need a loaf
My man said he hungry
So he upping toast

I might've fucked up this bitch
And her feelings
But I never fucked up a pack
You place a order
Short me a quarter
Please get the fuck
From the trap
Can't do no favors
When I did them favors
Took Ls yea I gotta get back
Oh baby I gotta get back
On baby I gotta

Written by:
Tevin Peterson

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