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Baggin' Out Video (MV)




Performed By: Big Vo$$
Language: English
Length: 1:49
Written by: Big Vo$$, Wrap Kid




Big Vo$$ - Baggin' Out Lyrics




I see you droppin' your pants, you saggin' now
I'm finna pull up these pants because I'm baggin' out
If you see me lose money then I'ma run your account
These bitches used to be hating, but now I got the body these bitches be craving
If a hoe tryna talk then I'll leave that bitch dazy
Don't give a f*ck about a thot 'cause I know she's tryna play me
Only with the rich boys, keep the maggots out
And if you tryna pull up then I'll add you to my body count

I see you droppin' your pants, you saggin' now
I'm finna pull up these pants 'cause I'm baggin' out
Shorty wanna date me but I'm fast and out
Chasin' the bag then I leave her out
These hoes they'll f*ck for a shoutout
These bitches will do anything just for the clout
She's tryna kick it but I say "I'm too busy baggin' out"
I'm just trying to chase the racks, you goofies always chasin' clout
I cash out a check then I buy me a house
I put diamonds on my wrist so I'm drippin' like spout
Swervin' in a Rover feel like I'm gonna crash
I stack up these bands, you know I'm gonna do the dash
You be gettin' your money slow, I prefer my money fast
You still drivin' in a Honda Civic, you be lookin' like hella trash

I got water, no dam
We hop out and bust at your mans
I got two Glocks, one for each hand
I got four seats, two for each Lamb
I empty the clip in the blink of an eye
You say you want the smoke, are you trying to die?
I hop on a jet so you know I be fly
Keep me a beam he get hit to the sky
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I see you droppin' your pants, you saggin' now
I'm finna pull up these pants because I'm baggin' out
If you see me lose money then I'ma run your account
These bitches used to be hating, but now I got the body these bitches be craving
If a hoe tryna talk then I'll leave that bitch dazy
Don't give a f*ck about a thot 'cause I know she's tryna play me
Only with the rich boys, keep the maggots out
And if you tryna pull up then I'll add you to my body count

I see you droppin' your pants, you saggin' now
I'm finna pull up these pants 'cause I'm baggin' out
Shorty wanna date me but I'm fast and out
Chasin' the bag then I leave her out
These hoes they'll f*ck for a shoutout
These bitches will do anything just for the clout
She's tryna kick it but I say "I'm too busy baggin' out"
I'm just trying to chase the racks, you goofies always chasin' clout
I cash out a check then I buy me a house
I put diamonds on my wrist so I'm drippin' like spout
Swervin' in a Rover feel like I'm gonna crash
I stack up these bands, you know I'm gonna do the dash
You be gettin' your money slow, I prefer my money fast
You still drivin' in a Honda Civic, you be lookin' like hella trash

I got water, no dam
We hop out and bust at your mans
I got two Glocks, one for each hand
I got four seats, two for each Lamb
I empty the clip in the blink of an eye
You say you want the smoke, are you trying to die?
I hop on a jet so you know I be fly
Keep me a beam he get hit to the sky
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Writer: Big Vo$$, Wrap Kid
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