Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sandwich Bag , by - Snoop Dogg. Release date: 10.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sandwich Bag |
| Never seen a bag that I ain’t like |
| Lambchop with the doors off |
| Lil' bitch, you know I got a wife |
| As she proceed to take her clothes off |
| Self-driven, this the life I chose |
| My tunnel vision was somethin' like El Chopo’s |
| Black Swan on my toes, watch for the potholes |
| I rather focus on how much water the pot holds |
| Started out breakin' records, now we breakin' records |
| Never thought I would be famous for my indiscretions |
| She up and down on my pole, but this ain’t no election |
| I’m busy fuckin' the globe, bitch, I don’t need protection |
| Correction; |
| this my C-section, how ya livin'? |
| They makin' music but we on a different algorithm |
| Lookin' at life through a glass jar, cloudy vision |
| All I ever needed was one mic, Scottie Pippen |
| I thought I told niggas this come with the territory |
| New gold digger, that come with the territory |
| The lifestyles of the rich get dangerous |
| Some die with a name, others die nameless |
| I heard they plottin' on me, that come with the territory |
| Keep that thang on me, yeah, that’s self-explanatory |
| But I ain’t scared, speakin' the truth will get you canceled fast |
| That’s Dre drop, this type of talk come with a sandwich bag |
| I’m in this bitch with a double cup |
| She wanna smoke, lemme show you the ropes, double dutch |
| Time to level up, nigga, paper been long |
| Gators hangin' out the Lamb', Fred Flinstone |
| B-baller, s-shot caller |
| Twenty-inch blades and they on the impala |
| So many years in the game, I done became a Rottweiler |
| Survivor, with motherfuckin' diamonds on my collar |
| Made nigga, fuck yo' advice, really got a billi' in my sights |
| Blowin Za', reachin; |
| new heights |
| Buckle up, we 'bout to take flight |
| Cartier froze, just watch |
| VV’s drippin' on Watts |
| FedEx, I’m beatin' up the box |
| Bad bitches, drop it like it’s hot |
| I thought I told niggas this come with the territory |
| She a gold digger, that come with the territory |
| The lifestyles of a crip get dangerous |
| Some die with a name, others die nameless |
| I heard they plottin' on me, that come with the territory |
| I keep that rocket on me, yeah, that’s self-explanatory |
| Tread light, homie, they don’t understand the math |
| This real spill, this shit come with a sandwich bag |