Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Been in My Bag, artist - Yung Baby Tate. Date of issue: 30.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Been in My Bag |
| Yeah, shout out HoodRich Pablo Juan |
| Already know how this shit go |
| We don’t love none of these hoes |
| Tryna run up them fucking bags, bitch |
| Let’s get it |
| You know that I go cuckoo |
| And I’m the shit, no poo poo |
| Dancing on the dick, no tutu |
| And I’m on the beat, no Juju |
| I got him crying, boohoo |
| He think I’m doing voodoo |
| They watching me like Hulu |
| Bitch, I don’t know you, who you? |
| Fuck that, I’m tryna run up the racks |
| No I’m not worried 'bout niggas |
| I’m going to riches from rags |
| And I’m not signing no contracts |
| For less than a million stacks |
| Let me know where I can pick it up at |
| You already know that I been in my bag, I been in my bag |
| You already know that I be in my bag, so don’t even ask where I’ve been |
| I had to drop all of my hoes for one of these niggas, I’m talking 'bout Ben |
| He said that he like all his bitches real thick even though I’m real thin |
| But that ass is so fat he wanna see it all the time so I did a lil' spin |
| Um, yeah, he want me to turn it around |
| You know that I’m turning it up, these bitches be turning it down |
| These bitches is goofy, these bitches not it, I call all these bitches some |
| clowns |
| If I let yo nigga go swim in this pussy you know that yo nigga gone drown |
| He wanna smash from the back |
| I want a platinum plaque |
| Yeah, our destination don’t match |
| I’m going forward, they taking it back |
| He wanna go on a date |
| I don’t agree cause I know I’m gone flake |
| Unless he say that he trying to feed me, baby, I’m ordering steak |
| I don’t even eat meat |
| Bitch, hurry up, beep, beep |
| Finna pop out like 3D |
| And we pulling up like three deep |
| Finna make a nigga dance like KeKe |
| He be all up on my peepee |
| Trying to get freaky |
| Somebody tell this bitch that she is blind 'cause she can’t see me |
| You know that I go cuckoo |
| And I’m the shit, no poo poo |
| Dancing on the dick, no tutu |
| And I’m on the beat, no Juju |
| I got him crying, boohoo |
| He think I’m doing voodoo |
| They watching me like Hulu |
| Bitch, I don’t know you, who you? |
| Fuck that, I’m tryna run up the racks |
| No I’m not worried 'bout niggas |
| I’m going to riches from rags |
| And I’m not signing no contracts |
| For less than a million stacks |
| Let me know where I can pick it up at |
| You already know that I been in my bag, I been in my bag |
| Bitch, I been in my bag |
| I been deep in my bag |
| I’m so deep in this shit |
| I’m down here with cookie crumbs and Sour Patch Kids and old receipts, |
| dried-out lip gloss tubes |
| Come on, I’m in my bag, bitch |