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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kalan Skinner-Ward
Kalan Skinner-Ward
Composer
Devon Robinson
Devon Robinson
Composer
Luvine Harvey
Luvine Harvey
Composer

Lyrics

Got a bag on me and I don't feel safe Riding thru the city with that DOA Heat on turn a opp miso plate Tell my brother we on stack frito lay Gotta baddie on me n I don't feel safe She gone say I love you talking to my cake Might pay for a meal send her away My boy getting married man he so brave Love when I hit it Smack her ass wit the right hand She like ohhh go slow When I'm biting She get on top drive the boat Like I like it Pound cake go to town She get to icing Drown in what I don't even drown in my sins Shawty hollering like Mike Neighbors think I'm Ike'n Long ass legs I Wonder where her height went She comebck told her friends How her nites been No new friends Keep it short like a haiku Keep a strap on my body Not how dykes do Chop lift a opp up mmmm Fried rice oohhh Beats pussy niggas To them I'm like a knife See me with wat they want They mad they want my Cant lie in the scope Fall for the hype Collecting change multiplying dollars Shén so precise Ask about how I did it It ain't happen over nite Yea me know yuh see the drip and yuh like it Nah care bout man but me know him want to fight me I gotta squad that'll strike him lightning Him only mad cuz he know i gotta bag on me Bag on me, so don't play with T-E-A-M please We all got that new 4-5 ting Will rock his bells like ring a ting a ling Sunny beaches have the freaks go, oh my Lookin for that sexy treat, oh la la Fancy living smoking ganja, so high Time like the fast car the shit, it fly by Me jewelry shine it's because of that dollar Nah got no worries it's because of that dollar We booking flights and going wherever we wanna But nothings never ever over that moolah She wanna take on the gang Shawty brave stay in the rain Never seen sunny days Chasing these dreams Till they see me in this wraith Know you see the chains Need a Cartier bracelet Stay blunted out Won't see me sipping wock I don't hear or see you talking If it ain't bout a dollar Gotcha pooch off the leash She giving noose I got hung up Got a choppa for a goofy nigga Run up and get done up Might be dead wrong but if she ain't on it I see her friends approaching I put the gang on em Say she ain't had it in a while need it bedabeat I say come a little closer can keep a secret We move a lil further into the conversation I say wassup im tryna see you naked She say sex isn't everything Plus held up her finger indicating a wedding ring Got a bag on me and I don't feel safe Riding thru the city with that DOA Heat on turn a opp miso plate Tell my brother we on stack frito lay Gotta baddie on me n I don't feel safe She gone say I love you talking to my cake Might pay for a meal send her away My boy getting married man he so brave
Writer(s): Kalan Skinner Ward, Devon Robinson, Luvine Harvey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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