Lyrics Bag Bwe - Supa Bwe, Sir Michael Rocks

Bag Bwe

Get the bag, got the bag, bag secured, Bag Bwe
I’ma dog for the cash, shorty mess with bad boys
She throwin' that ass, slow and fast, it’s throwin' me back, Bag Bwe
I’ma dog, grip that ass like a fucking bad boy
I don’t leave the crib, unless it’s for a bag, boy
Can’t collab on shit, unless it’s for a bag, boy
In High School you was lit, now you just a bag, boy
Talk you out the bread with that paper gat, boy
Had to hop the fuck out the bucket on you crab boys
You ride in a bucket and be strict with Gas Bwes
Smoking on that Strickland, that’s that Texas gas, boy
I might beat yo' ass and end up in some tabloids
Get the bag, got the bag, bag secured, Bag Bwe
I’ma dog for the cash, shorty mess with bad boys
You throwin' that ass, long and fast, it’s throwin' me back, Bag Bwe
I’ma dog, grip that ass like a fucking ba-
Run up on the plug, I’m The Gingerbread Man
I don’t give no fuck, told 'em, «Catch me, if you can!»
I just caught a check, it was full of Benjamins!
I’ma fuck it up, I’ma run them damn bands!
I don’t leave the crib, unless it’s for a bag, boy
Can’t collab on shit, unless it’s for a bag, boy
In High School you was lit, now you just a bag, boy
Talk you out the bread with that paper gat, boy
Get the bag, got the bag, bag secured, Bag Bwe
I’ma dog for the cash, shorty mess with bad boys
She throwin' that ass, slow and fast, it’s throwin' me back, Bag Bwe
I’ma dog, grip that ass like a fucking bad boy
Get the bag, got the bag, bag secured, Bag Bwe
I’ma dog for the cash, shordy mess with bad-
Get the bag, got the bag, bag secured, Bag-
I’ma dog for the cash, shordy mess with bad-
Yeah, I ran into Supa shopping Saks Fifth and we was blowing baggage
I was leaving, he was coming, and the bag was doing magic!
I got paper, bag or plastic?
I got faces like the yearbook
Can’t remember last time my eyes seen how a tear look
Oh shit!
Mexican connect, wrist with big baguets
Hopping out the van like, «SPAGHET!»
Akimbo with the sticks, stick your nose where we at
I wanna meet your girl, but I don’t want her for the sex
I need that bitch address!
So I sent some phones to the steps
Holla at me when they land, I’ma dick her to success
Do the race to the chase, city bank, call the D.O.A
They call me by my name, but they call you by a number
That’s the difference 'tween us
I’m OCD, so you know my bathroom the cleanest
a penny off a dollar every time they stream us
Rolling up the gas bag, take that ass to Venus
Don’t ever come between us
Get the bag, got the bag, bag secured, Bag Bwe
I’ma dog for the cash, shorty mess with bad boys
She throwin' that ass, slow and fast, it’s throwin' me back, Bag Bwe
I’ma dog, grip that ass like a fucking bad boy
I don’t leave the crib, unless it’s for a bag, boy
Can’t collab on shit, unless it’s for a bag, boy
In High School you was lit, now you just a bag, boy
Talk you out the bread with that paper gat, boy