Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bag Talk, artist - Renni Rucci. Album song QuickTape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Wolf Pack Global
Song language: English
Bag Talk |
| Yuh |
| Catch a broke bitch throwin' that shade, put the fire in her face |
| Now I caught a bitch sunny |
| Nah, these hoes ain’t get no money |
| My bitches come through, we’ll leave a bitch runnin' |
| Bitch, I’m gunnin', hoe show me my opponent |
| I count that bag with my feet up |
| I’m beating the beat up |
| Make yo' nigga eat up |
| Me havin' money, we havin' a threesome |
| His bitch out of line, call me the wife-beater |
| I’m in the trap with the pack and the heater |
| These bitches, they followin' me like the leader |
| He love on me 'cause he know I don’t need him |
| This that bag talkin', put your lil' money up |
| Bitches ain’t talkin' 'bout shit |
| I got a brick sittin' on my wrist |
| 'Cause your lil' money just drip like this |
| This that bag talkin', put your lil' money up |
| Bitches ain’t talkin' 'bout shit |
| I got a brick sittin' on my wrist |
| 'Cause your lil' money just drip like this |
| (This that…) |
| I rock Dior with a Dickie |
| Bitch, I’m a slut, I get filthy |
| Hide this bitch out in my city |
| These bitches, they ain’t fucking wit' me |
| I need them racks like I’m 50 |
| I got that power, I bring out the stars |
| I make bitches rap, gotta bring out the bars |
| Exposin' these bitches, they cappin' in they rap |
| If I catch every nigga, I’m pullin' they cars |
| He take you on a date and he took me to the bank |
| I could do everything a broke hoe can’t |
| Yeah, they see me everywhere a broke hoe ain’t |
| Put that red on your hair, you gon' watch a bitch paint |
| Kyrie with the switch-up |
| These niggas can’t keep up, I’m breakin' them down to the socks |
| Everything litty, he likes when it’s hot |
| He need a milli' to get in this box |
| My dealer’s big business, I ain’t got no feelings |
| You shoot off, you get off the pot |
| Them hunnids, he feelin' em, bag for a villain |
| I’m taking him for what he got |
| I’ma re-up, and flip it, and stack it, and stack it |
| You 'bout it, I make that shit happen |
| Showed him the real, now he hate a bitch cappin' |
| And I walk in the room and the bitches start clappin' |
| This that bag talkin', put your lil' money up |
| Bitches ain’t talkin' 'bout shit |
| I got a brick sittin' on my wrist |
| 'Cause your lil' money just drip like this |
| This that bag talkin', put your lil' money up |
| Bitches ain’t talkin' 'bout shit |
| I got a brick sittin' on my wrist |
| 'Cause your lil' money just drip like this |
| (It's that…) |