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I Get the Bag

Migos, Gucci Mane

Twelvemonth:

2017

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Written by: Joshua Luellen, Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Ball, Leland Tyler Wayne, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Radric Delante Davis

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