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bag talk - smoove'l lyrics

[intro]
(cashmoney ap)
(kio, kio)
hmm, ah, hmm*hmm
ah, hmm*hmm*hmm
ah, hmm*hmm*hmm
ah, hmm*hmm*hmm
yeah

[pre*chorus]
too many hoes in my call log
i can never stress about a b*tch
i went and got her chanel ’cause she couldn’t [?]
she still in her feelings ’bout the sh*t
i’m really where it’s at
i may pull up in that benzy v right where you be
and that b*tch be crazy, tryna have my baby like i don’t know that she for the streets (she for the streets, hmm, hmm)

[chorus]
amiri the jeans with the bready (amiri the jeans, yeah)
i made ’em buss [?], it’s too late she shouldn’t have left me (shouldn’t have left me, shouldn’t have left me)
bad b*tch from new york, ass fat, h*lla heavy (h*lla heavy, h*lla heavy)
i run my racks up on these n*ggas got ’em jelly (i run my racks up)
cookies runtz got me deady

[verse 1]
n*gga what? (what?)
put respect on my name, i’m the one who got it started (got it started)
diggin’ me now (hmm)
used to tell ’em ideas, they thought i was r*t*rded
she wanna f*ck (she wanna f*ck)
i beat that p*ssy all up (beat that, beat that) to the point that it done fall on my amiris (squirt it, squirt)
i paid thirteen for my jeans, b*tch, you better call me [?]
[pre*chorus]
too many hoes in my call log
i can never stress about a b*tch
i went and got her chanel ’cause she couldn’t [?]
she still in her feelings ’bout the sh*t
i’m really where it’s at
i may pull up in that benzy v right where you be
and that b*tch be crazy, tryna have my baby like i don’t know that she for the streets (she for the streets, hmm, hmm)

[verse 2]
gettin’ bready (gettin’ bready)
i just made me some fetti, i’m coppin’ some palms (made me a bag)
opp n*gga b*tch on my d*ck, made her blush when she saw that my d*ck [?] on my arm, yeah (she on my d*ck, she on my d*ck)
i got the drop on the spot ’cause my new little b*tch
but i’m gone play it calm (play it calm)
he better watch everything that he postin’ and sh*t (grrr, yeah)
i pop up like a [?] (yeah)
[pre*chorus]
too many hoes in my call log
i can never stress about a b*tch (don’t care)
i went and got her chanel ’cause she couldn’t [?] (i dropped a bag)
she still in her feelings ’bout the sh*t
i’m really where it’s at
i may pull up in that benzy v right where you be (skrr, skrr, skrr, skrr)
b*tches be crazy, tryna have my baby like i don’t know that she for the streets (she for the streets, hmm, hmm)
[chorus]
amiri the jeans with the bready (amiri the jeans, yeah)
i made ’em buss [?], it’s too late she shouldn’t have left me (shouldn’t have left me, shouldn’t have left me)
bad b*tch from new york, ass fat, h*lla heavy (h*lla heavy, h*lla heavy)
i run my racks up on these n*ggas got ’em jelly (i run my racks up)
cookies runtz got me deady

[outro]
ah, woah*woah
ah, woah*woah
ah, woah*woah
ah, woah*woah
ah, woah*woah
ah

- smoovel lyrics

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