Bag Talk

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Kio, Kio, Kio
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 cut in good taste
She still in her feelings 'bout the shit
I'm really where it's at
I may pull up in that Benzi V right where you be
And that bitch be crazy, tryna have my baby
Like I don't know that she for the streets (Hmm, hmm)

Amiri the jeans with the bread-y
I made 'em bust u-ie's, it's too late she shouldn't have left me
Bad bitch from New York, ass fat, hella heavy
I run my racks up on these niggas got 'em jelly (I run my racks up)
Cookies runtz got me dead-y

Nigga what? (What?)
Put respect on my name, I'm the one who got it started
Diggin' me now
Used to tell 'em ideas, they thought I was retarded
She wanna fuck (She wanna fuck)
I beat that pussy all up to the point that it done farted
On my Amiris (Squirted)
I paid thirteen for my jeans, bitch, you better call me Ed Hardy

Too many hoes in my call log
I can never stress about a bitch
I went and got her Chanel 'cause she cut in good taste
She still in her feelings 'bout the shit
I'm really where it's at
I may pull up in that Benzi V right where you be
And that bitch be crazy, tryna have my baby
Like I don't know that she for the streets (Hmm, hmm)

Amiri the jeans with the bread-y
I made 'em bust u-ie's, it's too late she shouldn't have left me
Bad bitch from New York, ass fat, hella heavy
I run my racks up on these niggas got 'em jelly (Racks up)
Cookies runtz got me dead-y

Gettin' bread-y (Gettin' bread-y)
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, brick on my arm, yeah
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
I pop up like a loan (Yeah)

Too many hoes in my call log
I can never stress about a bitch
I went and got her Chanel 'cause she cut in good taste
She still in her feelings 'bout the shit
I'm really where it's at
I may pull up in that Benzi V right where you be
Bitches be crazy, tryna have my baby
Like I don't know that she for the streets (Hmm, hmm)

Amiri the jeans with the bread-y
I made 'em bust u-ie's, it's too late she shouldn't have left me
Bad bitch from New York, ass fat, hella heavy
I run my racks up on these niggas got 'em jelly (I run my racks up)
Cookies Runtz got me dead-y

Ah, woah-woah
Ah, woah-woah
Ah, woah-woah
Ah, woah-woah



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Kiowa Roukema, Anton Martin Mendo, Lefty Frizzell Jr. Sanders, Jasper Lee Harris
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