Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Louie Bag, artist - Yebba. Date of issue: 09.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Louie Bag |
| It was a stormy winter |
| I watched the city burn |
| And ever since I can remember |
| That’s just the way it hurts |
| And it goes on and on and on |
| Like I can never see the pinnacle of it all |
| Put it in my Louie Bag, don’t let it overflow |
| Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (Some more) |
| 'Cause I got that fire, it’s comin' for them now |
| Friends are fallin' off, talkin' shit for no reason |
| Checkin' all my locks 'cause it’s robbin' season now |
| La, da-da, da-da, da |
| La-la, da-da, da-da, la, da, da-da, da-da |
| They cut my palms with paper |
| Made from her Autumn leaves |
| I’m bleedin' out disclaimrs |
| Into my family tree |
| Fuck the interviews to nterprise |
| I’d rather look into my mother’s eyes |
| And let it be |
| Let it be, ee, yeah |
| Put it in my Louie Bag, don’t let it overflow |
| Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (Some more) |
| 'Cause I got that fire, it’s comin' for them now |
| Friends are fallin' off, talkin' shit for no reason |
| Checkin' all my locks 'cause it’s robbin' season now |
| La, da-da, da-da, da |
| La-la, da-da, da-da, la, da, da-da, da-da |
| When the sky like this, I drop my top (I drop my top) |
| Pull up on you just like a sock (Just like a sock) |
| Come and ride, we ain’t even gotta talk (We ain’t gotta talk) |
| Yeah, yeah, YEBBA |
| Yeah, but I was 'posed to make it by now (Uh-oh) |
| Yeah, but life threw me in the wrong realm (Uh-oh) |
| Yeah, we always got time to do better (Uh-oh) |
| YEBBA, I was tryna do it right now (Uh-oh) |
| And we was growin' up in a town (Uh-oh) |
| Where they never showed love to the brown (Uh-huh) |
| Twenty-four hours ain’t enough time (Uh-huh) |
| I was fightin', throwin' hands with the clock (Uh-oh) |
| Never been sweet, no honeycomb (Oh, oh) |
| Money gone, granny gone, run along (Woah, oh) |
| City burn, pin it on Pentagon (Oh, oh) |
| Can’t make it up no Revlon (Woah, oh) |
| Shit bubble up, RevRun (Oh, oh) |
| Had the episodes, this a re-run (Oh, oh) |
| And they tell me, «Go pray to the reverend» |
| Told God that I felt like a stepson (Oh) |
| Buy a brand new coupe for the stress, huh |
| Thick thang on the way for the stress, huh |
| Big blunt on the way to my chest lungs |
| Nowadays the distance hit me hard (Hit me hard) |
| I admit, I’m addicted to livin' large (Livin' large) |
| One, three, five, seven, beat the odds (Beat the odds) |
| Put it in my Louie Bag, don’t let it overflow |
| Move it in, ship it out, tell me if they want some more (Some more) |
| 'Cause I got that fire, it’s comin' for them now |
| Friends are fallin' off, talkin' shit for no reason |
| Checkin' all my locks 'cause it’s robbin' season now |
| La, da-da, da-da, da |
| La-la, da-da, da-da, la, da, da-da, da-da |