歌曲名 Bagg Up 歌手名 Chingy

作词：佚名

作曲：Curtis Mayfield+Howard Bailey+David Marvin Blake

Bagg up

Bounce bounce bounce then up

Bounce bounce bounce then up

Bounce bounce bounce then up

Bounce bounce

Straight playa baby

Two rides outside with that OG ride

I high but it all gravy

Snake skins no Timbaland boots get loot

I shoot if you try to play me

Get clout when I out money what I all about

In a world that 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 the one with the work

Got hits but they try to spray me

If I lack keep straps it a wrap gimme daps

You can roll with me yeah maybe

Hey the streets is mine like mixtapes

When an MC grind don play crazy

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

E talkin since they see I on a roll

Touch what mine you gon end up gettin mowed

Ladies they love me like

They just found a pot of gold

Jackpot I scoring big around the globe

You can be hot

I what you not and that 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 goin down round these parts

Nobody liked me till

I got the deal so don start

Is it different Is it dope

I dunno what you yappin about

Its way too funky for you to smell what

I rappin about

Just Chingy baby

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

How many MC must get dissed

For hatin on the NDP New Draft Pick

Don it look like a hundred moons in my wrist

I sorry I the glitter that

Your girls seen glists

Swim with the big fish I hit I don miss

Sorta like Starks shootin free for the Knicks

Don get me pissed you take a big diss

It feel like you fell off a tall cliff

I a bully like Cliff

I sank yo ship

Six o from the clip if you pop off a lip

Just Chingy baby

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