| Aye, yeah
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| Bitch I’m exquisite, no cheap shit
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| Ahead of these bitches, I lead shit
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| Makin' it pop on some freak shit
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| You bring it to me
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| You know I’ma make a bag
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| And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
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| Make that bitch jump
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| You know I’ma make a bag
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| And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
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| Make that bitch jump
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| Ahh!
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| I’m at Pappadeuax eating seafood
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| Racks in my pocket and a big tool
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| The shit that I’m rockin' got red on the bottom, hoe
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| These are no cheap shoes
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| I really be hustlin', I really be thuggin'
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| I ain’t one of these rap dudes
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| Diamonds jumping out the face of the Altima
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| Doing the Michael Jackson kick move
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| I’ma big dog, you a shih tzu
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| She gone kick the nigga out 'for I come thru
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| Yeen ain’t been thru what I’ve been thru
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| Now I’m up, I’m gone ball like Caillou
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| Ah choo! |
| Bless me
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| Please don’t test me
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| I won’t hesitate to buss the Smith and Wesson
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| Dope boys and some killas in my section
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| You a lame, we ain’t fuckin' with you peasants
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| I got big pointer sittin' inside the necklace
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| Reach for my chain, send yo' ass to heaven
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| Shoot first, we don’t do the second guessin'
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| Hit his nigga and I bet he get the message
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| I’m in a Maserati truck, fish bowl nigga
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| I know they ass seein' me, but I don’t see a soul nigga
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| I’m at grand luxe eatin' caesar salad with my sugar daddy
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| Pulled up on me in a big benz, told me to drive
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| I told him, let me have it
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| No time to play with these niggas, huh
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| After I break 'em, I kick 'em, huh
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| Told him to put me some ice on my neck and ears if he want me to listen, hey huh
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| He wanna swim in my lap, huh
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| He tryna get in my snaps, huh
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| I tellin' bitches I’ve been in my bag, but now I got the wallet to match, huh
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| He love how I fit in my clothes, huh
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| He love how I talk, I’ma poet, hey
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| He told me he think that he fallin' in love
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| And I told him I’m already knowin', huh
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| I might balance a bitch on these 'enciagas
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| I can’t see the haters thru these fuckin' pradas
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| They gone book me cuz I bring the pussy poppers
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| And the niggas with money that’s poppin' bottles
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| I’ma make a bag and make it twerk
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| I’m finna run up a bag in a skirt
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| They checkin' him but the gun in my purse
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| I’m killin' these hoes and I know that they hurt
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| Ahh!
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| Yeah
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| Bitch I’m exquisite, no cheap shit
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| Ahead of these bitches, I lead shit
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| Makin' it pop on some freak shit
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| You bring it to me
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| You know I’ma make a bag
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| And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
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| Make that bitch jump
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| You know I’ma make a bag
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| And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
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| Make that bitch jump
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| Ahh! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Make a Bag , by - Megan Thee Stallion. Song from the album Tina Snow, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп