Curly J – Bag Different 3.0 Lyrics

[Chorus]
I was the nigga, I’m chillin’ in 2’s and they had the cups they pulled up with 4
I got three bad bitches, we gon see who want me more
Pull up the Christian Dior, Gucci, Louis, we finna f*ck up the store
I could never really be faithful shawty, I fell in love with the door

[Verse 1]
Got MIA and she act different (Act different)
Pull up, my bag different
Tryna deal my brag different
Gotta use two hands, my swag different (Swag different)
Shoot my shot and they all hitting (All hitting)
Time to go with time missin’ (Time missin’)
Shawty bad, she don’t listen
Got her friends with meand they all kissin’
He ain’t gettin no money, he cappin’
Know his girl with me, what happened?
I’m a young CEO just rapping
Now she throwin’ that ass, just clapping
Promise I be rich, better happen
I don’t really like splits, no fractions
I’m a foreign ass nigga, no accent
They hate it back then, was laughin’

[Chorus]
I was the nigga, I’m chillin’ in 2’s and they had the cups they pulled up with 4
I got three bad bitches, we gon see who want me more
Pull up the Christian Dior, Gucci, Louis, we finna f*ck up the store
I could never really be faithful shawty, I fell in love with the door

[Verse 2]
Shawty gon ride and I know she addicted to me, she like, “Mmm”
Niggas just hatin’, they wonder who stacking bands I’m like mhm
I can’t be showing no thotties no love on the gram (Mm-mm)
I’ma just keep going crazy for all the fans
They call everyone goat and everyone legends, wait hold up a second
I’m tryna be so great that everyone lit and everyone turnt up in heaven
Babygirl why is you stressin’?
All you be doing is blocking your blessings
Everything in life is really a lesson
If you got a dream then you better protect it
I don’t need a gun to be a lethal weapon
Always been different, you see how I’m steppin’
I’m with the gang, you know what I’m reppin’
I pull up security, ain’t need for checkin’
Shorty want me because I get money a lot
I had to buss out the box, f*ck up the spot
All of the VVS hitting, these ain’t no regular rocks

[Chorus]
I was the nigga, I’m chillin’ in 2’s and they had the cups they pulled up with 4
I got three bad bitches, we gon see who want me more
Pull up the Christian Dior, Gucci, Louis, we finna f*ck up the store
I could never really be faithful shawty, I fell in love with the door

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