Bag Emoji Songtext
von Sir Michael Rocks

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Big, big, big
Huh? Dawg
Big, big, big, big, big

Ballin′ big homie with the racks up
All you little niggas, put a stack up
Go run and hide, you know how I do when I slide through
I don't got no slack for you, I ain′t goin' back
I can't get down on these hoes no more
′Cause they always wanna roll up my dope (Dope, dope)
Bitch, if you knew where I′m from
We got clips in the pump and got dicks in the boat
You don't want smoke though
I′m Canseco, my weight got the ratio
Them court cases make a nigga wild nervous
Beat the case and skate off in suburbans


Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, yo

Lil' mama never asked (Nah), so she get everything
Don′t listen to your friends tryna get you nice things
You get none, nan, nunca, mami
Cero, mama, no, comma (Whee)
I put fifty-five thou' into Litecoin
Give it a year and it′s jumpin' up like boing (Yeah)
I swear to God when I walk inside Saks
They give me champagne glasses to sip (Huh?)
They serve me some shrimp and take me to the back
And give me discounts on all that shit
Flex me up, Gotti
Remember I used to keep grams in my baggies (Baggies)
I remember when I couldn't cop things
Now I just hop on Ducatis

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, yeah

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