Lyrics Bag Talk - Smoove'L

Bag Talk

Hmm, ah, hmm-hmm
Ah, hmm-hmm-hmm
Ah, hmm-hmm-hmm
Ah, hmm-hmm-hmm
Yeah
Too many hoes in my call log
I can never stress about a bitch
I went and got her Chanel 'cause she couldn’t
She still in her feelings 'bout the shit
I’m really where it’s at
I may pull up in that Benzy V right where you be
And that bitch be crazy, tryna have my baby like I don’t know that she for the
streets (She for the streets, hmm, hmm)
Amiri the jeans with the bready (Amiri the jeans, yeah)
I made 'em buss, it’s too late she shouldn’t have left me (Shouldn't have left
me, shouldn’t have left me)
Bad bitch from New York, ass fat, hella heavy (Hella heavy, hella heavy)
I run my racks up on these niggas got 'em jelly (I run my racks up)
Cookies runtz got me deady
Nigga what?
(What?)
Put respect on my name, I’m the one who got it started (Got it started)
Diggin' me now (Hmm)
Used to tell 'em ideas, they thought I was retarded
She wanna fuck (She wanna fuck)
I beat that pussy all up (Beat that, beat that) to the point that it done fall
on my Amiris (Squirt it, squirt)
I paid thirteen for my jeans, bitch, you better call me
Too many hoes in my call log
I can never stress about a bitch
I went and got her Chanel 'cause she couldn’t
She still in her feelings 'bout the shit
I’m really where it’s at
I may pull up in that Benzy V right where you be
And that bitch be crazy, tryna have my baby like I don’t know that she for the
streets (She for the streets, hmm, hmm)
Amiri the jeans with the bready (Amiri the jeans, yeah)
I made 'em buss, it’s too late she shouldn’t have left me (Shouldn't have left
me, shouldn’t have left me)
Bad bitch from New York, ass fat, hella heavy (Hella heavy, hella heavy)
I run my racks up on these niggas got 'em jelly (I run my racks up)
Cookies runtz got me deady
Gettin' bready (Gettin' bready)
I just made me some fetti, I’m coppin' some Palms (Made me a bag)
Opp nigga bitch on my dick, made her blush when she saw that my dick on my arm,
yeah (She on my dick, she on my dick)
I got the drop on the spot 'cause my new little bitch
But I’m gone play it calm (Play it calm)
He better watch everything that he postin' and shit (Grrr, yeah)
I pop up like a (Yeah)
Too many hoes in my call log
I can never stress about a bitch (Don't care)
I went and got her Chanel 'cause she couldn’t (I dropped a bag)
She still in her feelings 'bout the shit
I’m really where it’s at
I may pull up in that Benzy V right where you be (Skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
Bitches be crazy, tryna have my baby like I don’t know that she for the streets
(She for the streets, hmm, hmm)
Amiri the jeans with the bready (Amiri the jeans, yeah)
I made 'em buss, it’s too late she shouldn’t have left me (Shouldn't have left
me, shouldn’t have left me)
Bad bitch from New York, ass fat, hella heavy (Hella heavy, hella heavy)
I run my racks up on these niggas got 'em jelly (I run my racks up)
Cookies runtz got me deady
Ah, woah-woah
Ah, woah-woah
Ah, woah-woah
Ah, woah-woah
Ah, woah-woah
Ah