Baggage

We getting jiggy
Counting fifties across the city
And my bitch is sitting pretty
Give some itty bitty pity nigga
She roll the gas
And we tripping off our ass
Got an 8th up in a pack
Do whatever that you ask honey
And she pulled with the vans
And I think she got a man
She looking like a fan
Let me show you something
We getting jiggy
Counting fifties across the city
And my bitch is sitting pretty
Let me show you something

Don't wanna do you wrong, so just let me do you right
In like every type of form, yes and like every single night
I got that baggage on that baggage
On A bad bitch
Oh you had it
Oh you spazzes it
Oh that's tragic
Swipe that card, oh shit you maxed it
Watch me spit this game girl
Oh we lane switching
We reminiscing
Your legs bending
The heat up on my tongue
Yeah that shit gon make you cum
You dripping for a minute then shivering, oh she done
She pulled up with a backwood
Honey that's good
Got a dukes that names her Mary
But that's all that she could
She top up on my game and show me where to aim
She think she fucking changed
Bout a week she stay the same
And it's pain

We getting jiggy
Counting fifties across the city
And my bitch is sitting pretty
Give some itty bitty pity nigga
She roll the gas
And we tripping off our ass
Got an 8th up in a pack
Do whatever that you ask honey
And she pulled with the vans
And I think she got a man
She looking like a fan
Let me show you something
We getting jiggy
Counting fifties across the city
And my bitch is sitting pretty
Let me show you something



Credits
Writer(s): Reggie Sinatra
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