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Baggage Claim Video (MV)




Performed By: AB the Prophit & Yung Belt
Language: English
Length: 2:56
Written by: Armel Barajas, Ryan Le




AB the Prophit & Yung Belt - Baggage Claim Lyrics
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They don't even deserve that shit
(Aye)
They don't even deserve that shit
(Aye)
Most of these rappers is trash
(Facts)
I'm 'bout to put 'em all up in a casket
(Wait)
Actually matter of fact
(Yeah)
They don't even deserve that shit
(They don't even f*ckin' deserve that shit)
Maybe a garbage bag
All they raps
They writing them in all caps
My shit is more than facts
All I hear in yo songs is the guns and drugs that you don't play with
All you hear in my songs how I'm striving grinding to greatness
My shit pure and I'm blowing up I understand that you hate me
They wanna switch it, they position with mine but it ain't vacant
Most of these rappers is trash
(Facts)
I'm 'bout to put 'em all up in a casket
(Wait)
Actually matter of fact
(Yeah)
They don't even deserve that shit
(Aye)
Most of these rappers is trash
(Facts)
I'm 'bout to put 'em all up in a casket
(Wait)
Actually matter of fact
(Yeah)
They don't even deserve that shit
(They don't even f*ckin' deserve that shit)
Cake in the pan, I take my chance
Rollin' wit' them bands but I ain't rolling wit' that whack shit
Black shit out, without routes is outcomes
When you dealin' wit' some shit, I always did without funds
Dreams how they look but all this shit crazy
My nightmares don't fight fair but all that shit don't faze me
Look up, look up
Look up
(Look up)
Look like Martha Stewart all I ever do is cook up
(Whip)
Pussy boy get in yo bag
(Get in yo f*ckin' bag bitch)
Bein' broke ain't no joke that shit tragic
(That shit bootsy)
That shit start making you sad
Better find a way to start getting yo cash in
(Better get that f*ckin' money)
Come get yo cash in
We steady baggin'
How much money rolling in is madness
Don't do relaxin'
Lights, camera, action
Playing with them lids
Them kids they be cappin'
(Cap)
Pussy this shit ain't average
We getting cabbage
You broke, that shit I can't imagine
Look at me
Look at me
Bitch I'm the captain
Poetry slams
The way my grams be snappin'
You ain't got no diamonds
Boy them shits ain't bust
Benz in the video but caught 'em on the bus
I ain't f*ck wit' yo vibe
You acting a lil sus
I been posted up but they be doin' hella much
Most of these rappers is trash
(Facts)
I'm 'bout to put 'em all up in a casket
(Wait)
Actually matter of fact
(Yeah)
They don't even deserve that shit
(Aye)
Most of these rappers is trash
(Facts)
I'm 'bout to put 'em all up in a casket
(Wait)
Actually matter of fact
(Yeah)
They don't even deserve that shit
(They don't even f*ckin' deserve that shit)
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English

They don't even deserve that shit
(Aye)
They don't even deserve that shit
(Aye)
Most of these rappers is trash
(Facts)
I'm 'bout to put 'em all up in a casket
(Wait)
Actually matter of fact
(Yeah)
They don't even deserve that shit
(They don't even f*ckin' deserve that shit)
Maybe a garbage bag
All they raps
They writing them in all caps
My shit is more than facts
All I hear in yo songs is the guns and drugs that you don't play with
All you hear in my songs how I'm striving grinding to greatness
My shit pure and I'm blowing up I understand that you hate me
They wanna switch it, they position with mine but it ain't vacant
Most of these rappers is trash
(Facts)
I'm 'bout to put 'em all up in a casket
(Wait)
Actually matter of fact
(Yeah)
They don't even deserve that shit
(Aye)
Most of these rappers is trash
(Facts)
I'm 'bout to put 'em all up in a casket
(Wait)
Actually matter of fact
(Yeah)
They don't even deserve that shit
(They don't even f*ckin' deserve that shit)
Cake in the pan, I take my chance
Rollin' wit' them bands but I ain't rolling wit' that whack shit
Black shit out, without routes is outcomes
When you dealin' wit' some shit, I always did without funds
Dreams how they look but all this shit crazy
My nightmares don't fight fair but all that shit don't faze me
Look up, look up
Look up
(Look up)
Look like Martha Stewart all I ever do is cook up
(Whip)
Pussy boy get in yo bag
(Get in yo f*ckin' bag bitch)
Bein' broke ain't no joke that shit tragic
(That shit bootsy)
That shit start making you sad
Better find a way to start getting yo cash in
(Better get that f*ckin' money)
Come get yo cash in
We steady baggin'
How much money rolling in is madness
Don't do relaxin'
Lights, camera, action
Playing with them lids
Them kids they be cappin'
(Cap)
Pussy this shit ain't average
We getting cabbage
You broke, that shit I can't imagine
Look at me
Look at me
Bitch I'm the captain
Poetry slams
The way my grams be snappin'
You ain't got no diamonds
Boy them shits ain't bust
Benz in the video but caught 'em on the bus
I ain't f*ck wit' yo vibe
You acting a lil sus
I been posted up but they be doin' hella much
Most of these rappers is trash
(Facts)
I'm 'bout to put 'em all up in a casket
(Wait)
Actually matter of fact
(Yeah)
They don't even deserve that shit
(Aye)
Most of these rappers is trash
(Facts)
I'm 'bout to put 'em all up in a casket
(Wait)
Actually matter of fact
(Yeah)
They don't even deserve that shit
(They don't even f*ckin' deserve that shit)
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Writer: Armel Barajas, Ryan Le
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