Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bags, artist - Migos. Album song No Label, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
Bags |
Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag |
Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag |
Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag |
Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag |
Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag |
Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag |
Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag |
Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag |
What you want a whole bag or a half a bag? |
I need cash, I need cheese, nigga I need all my racks |
Running from the task, silver block with them tags |
I got stinky kush pack it smell like a trash can |
Whip it on the stove then I cool it with the fan |
And my left hand told me its in love with pots and pans |
Addicted to the whole bag can’t even serve a gram |
And I’m doing it for my niggas that be locked up in the slam |
Price tags on the bag, in the glass baths |
Foreign plug overseas, get my work from Trinidad |
Got bombs of the gas like I’m in Afghanistan |
And I’m posted on an island, you can call me Gilligan |
In the bando wrapping packs in Saran |
Some of the bricks be white, some of them bricks be tan |
Posted on the block with a whole fucking bag |
12 pull up, everybody ran |
Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag |
Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag |
Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag |
Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag |
Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag |
Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag |
Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag |
Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag |
Quarter bag, half a bag, I need the whole thing |
I know niggas knock you out, call it Sugar Shane |
Red and white, pull up in the Lamb, candy cane |
Got damn, racks too heavy I need a cane |
Two styrofoams filled up, I’m drinking on Wayne |
Foreign bad bitch in my crew, she came from Spain |
On the phone catching play while I’m getting brain |
Yeah he say he want that white, but the drama came |
Make the work disappear, call it David Blaine |
Walk around nina on my hip, John Wayne |
Pull up in the dump, Lebron James |
10 chains on my neck, but I’m not a slave |
Batman coupe, pull up in the Batcave |
Old money on me so they call me OJs |
Run away with the set like OJ |
Shawty rolling off a B, she need some OJ |
Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag |
Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag |
Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag |
Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag |
Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag |
Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag |
Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag |
Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag |
Got the bag on my back like a soldier |
Gucci bag and its a roller |
And it filled up with the doja |
Walk past you can smell a loud odor |
Got lean in my cup no Foldgers |
And I pulled up in a Rover |
And I hit hoes like Sammie, no Sosa |
No coke — aina, no teaser, take trips, no visa |
I make a hurricane, no FEMA |
.36 hold it up like a nina |
And I pulled up in the beamer |
Count Franklins like Aretha |
And I got dough, Little Caesars |
The block so hot, catch a fever |
Already know I got bags filled to the top, no hash |
Got beans, got lean, got gas |
Niggas better come with that cash |
Gucci bag came with the flag |
Hell nah I can’t front you no bag |
Hell yeah I just fucked my team |
Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag |
Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag |
Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag |
Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag |
Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag |
Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag |
Half a bag, whole bag, half a bag, whole bag |
Half a bag, whole bag with the price tag |