Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back In My Bag , by - Doe Boy. Release date: 04.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back In My Bag |
| Real life mermaid man, hahahaha |
| (Mermaid) |
| Look she-she know it |
| What you say, mermaid? |
| (For you) |
| Nah, for us |
| I’m back in my big ass big ass bag, I’m back in my big ole' bag |
| I’m going cr-crazy crazy crazy, niggas ain’t notice my swag |
| I got splash splash splash, niggas ain’t on that, yeah yeah |
| I come on your set and lift all tha' doe’s |
| Ain’t no shrimp shot all my hoes |
| Open up the trap, it’ll never close |
| Real bando, it don’t ever close |
| We serving narcotics |
| You deserve to jump on the jet, yeah |
| Catching them bodies |
| And you’re going to buy a bitch chanel bag |
| Came from out the bottom, can’t nothing change that |
| Get your chain snatched |
| I got my big ass, big ass bag, back in my big ass bag, yeah |
| Come to the club and I blow through the racks |
| I got they bitch ass mad, yeah hold on |
| Ice on my wrist, yeah that bitch an AP |
| That bitch a liar, she say she date me |
| She wanna fuck on a nigga that’s street |
| But you ain’t for me, bitch you for weak |
| I just pulled up in a Rover |
| Poured that dirty in my soda |
| Ain’t no cuffing bitch I told you |
| Better not love me, I fuck you over |
| We shoot first, don’t shoot back |
| I just bought a new Mac |
| Walking in McCartney’s feel like Stella got her groove back |
| Step in the club and I’m making a movie |
| These pussy niggas ain’t doing shit too |
| Glock on my hip but my bro got the uzi |
| Me and her nigga, you know she gonna choose me |
| Shoot up your block then we spin it again |
| I go to Lennox, I’m spending a 10 |
| Lost in the sauce so I fuck on her friend |
| No loyalty in her, she went for the win |
| I’m back in my big ass big ass bag, I’m back in my big ole' bag |
| I’m going cr-crazy crazy crazy, niggas ain’t notice my swag |
| I got splash splash splash, niggas ain’t on that, yeah yeah |
| I come on your set and lift all tha doe’s |
| Ain’t no shrimp shot all my hoes |
| Open up the trap, it’ll never close |
| Real bando, it don’t ever close |
| We serving narcotics |
| You were deserted, jump on the jet, yeah |
| Catching them bodies |
| And you’re going to buy a bitch chanel bags |
| Came from out the bottom, can’t nothing change that |
| Get your chain snatched |