Bagg Up

歌詞

(Chingy) Bagg up Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up) Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up) Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up) Bounce (uh) bounce (uh) Straight playa, baby Two rides outside with that OG ride I'm high but it's all gravy Snake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot I'll shoot if you try to play me Get clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about In a world that's so shady Peep this streetness, never had a weakness Peep this, I do this daily Follow my whole set, bottles of moet Bet until they lay me Six feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work Got hits but they try to spray me If I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps You can roll with me, yeah maybe Hey the streets is mine like mixtapes When an MC grind don't play crazy (hook) Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up Bounce, bounce, then My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for? Huh? Go on then See that Coup with that maroon rag up? What? Huh? Then To your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up (Chingy) E'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll Touch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe You can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold Cold with the flow, dro when it goes Sick, baby said she never drove a stick Until she was ontop of me, backseat of the six It's goin down round these parts Nobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start Is it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about Just Chingy baby (hook) Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up Bounce, bounce, then My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for? Huh? Go on then See that Coup with that maroon rag up? What? Huh? Then To your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up (Chingy) How many MC's must get dissed For hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist? I'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (??) Swim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss Sorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss It'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff I'm a bully like Cliff (??) I sank yo ship Six o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip Just Chingy baby (hook) Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up Bounce, bounce, then My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for? Huh? Go on then See that Coup with that maroon rag up? What? Huh? Then To your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up