Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bag Talk , by - Smoove'L. Release date: 17.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |