Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Baggage Claims, artist - Larry June. Date of issue: 14.02.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Baggage Claims |
| That’s a nice bag, big bag |
| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| I don’t really give a fuck |
| Numbers |
| You know it’s always numbers when I talk on the beat, bitch |
| I don’t even gotta rap, I be playin' around with you bitch-ass niggas |
| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| Numbers |
| Got my money up, now I’m livin' like a trust kid |
| Max Payne on the bitch, chop up out a nice den |
| I ain’t lookin' for the drama, I just know I’m havin' bread |
| You a well known thot, I don’t even want the head |
| Ten bands, twenty bands, I been thumbin' through a lot |
| Slide through the TSA with about ten in my sock |
| I hid mangos into Asia, makin' food got me right |
| Get the hate out yo heart, li’l nigga, that ain’t right |
| Ooh, shh, this like a little Indian motherfuckin' like |
| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| Some Indian shit, nigga, like |
| Very peaceful |
| You know what I’m sayin'? |
| Numbers, nigga, all the time |
| XD, two clips with pink slip |
| (Good job) |
| Touchdown, Ruth’s Chris when we hit Denver |
| Big Ds in my chain, I’m a fucking dealer |
| (Switch it all the way up, I’m ain’t really feelin' this flow) |
| Healthy? |
| Nig? |
| Never |
| Send a reverend, pay, stack, flip, rack, get, packs (Good job) |
| Summer, you dig it |
| I’m shittin', it’s a cool little rhythm |
| You a jive-ass turkey |
| You a bitch-ass nigga |
| (Bring it back) |
| LS, movin', goin', stupid, slide, Machs, who is you? |
| Cool, tool, room, Clarkin', loot, cock and shoot |
| I need all mine (Good job) |
| Baggage claim (Sock it to me) |
| Duffel bag |
| Bad days (Numbers) |
| Run it back |
| Whole track |
| And the kitchen |
| It ain’t cavin' |
| Money so long, told her, «Keep the truck» |
| (Good job, Larry) |
| I might go crazy, cop Fendi mat |
| Yo, nigga, that’s that bullshit |
| Cop a different pest (Sock it to me) |
| You don’t fuck with Larry June, kinda shit is that? |
| (For real) |
| Baby came through and her booty was tremendous |
| Hit it in the trap on the couch in the trenches |
| Larry MC, way I kill shit |
| Bass hit my phone with this beat, had to kill this |
| Not in my sock when I’m slidin' in my old schools |
| Bust another knot, double bag, hit the Whole Foods |
| I been on the clock makin' racks off Pro Tools |
| Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, goddamn, nigga, ee-hee |
| I need all mine, baggage claim |
| Duffel bag |
| Bad days |
| Run it back |
| Whole track |
| And the kitchen |
| It ain’t cavin' |
| (Numbers) |
| Money so long, told her, «Keep the truck» |
| I might go crazy, cop Fendi mat |
| Nigga, that’s that bull-cop a different pack |
| You don’t fuck with TFM, kinda shit is that? |
| Bitch-ass nigga |
| Straight up |