Good Energy & Mr. Mac-A-Million & T-Gamer - Louie Bag Lyrics

I told that bitch to drop the racks up in that Louie bag
I tell that bitch to drop the racks up in that Louie bag
Tell that bitch to drop the racks up in that Louie bag
She Ain't get no dick now her coochie mad
Tell the bitch to drop the racks up in that Louie bag
I tell that bitch to drop the racks up in that Louie bag
I Tell that bitch to drop the racks up in that Louie bag
She ain't get no dick now her coochie mad
Got no time to play them games she better get it right
We just hopped off the flight settin her down tonight
Tryna bubble like sprite live my life like Ike
Say I'm bad like mike billy jean out of sight
Wavy like max b live my life tax free
Everywhere the Macs be charge em for a flat fee
Met her in Nebraska sent her to Alaska
Preachin like a pastor collect tithes after
Told that bitch to drop some racks off in my Louie bag
Tryna hit the lot peel off in the newest jag
She ain't get no dick yep now her coochie mad
Soufend two O six that's how we do these fags
I told that bitch to drop the racks up in that Louie bag
I tell that bitch to drop the racks up in that Louie bag
Tell that bitch to drop the racks up in that Louie bag
She ain't get no dick now her coochie mad
Tell that bitch to drop them racks up in that Louie bag
I tell a bitch to drop them racks up in that Louie bag
I Tell that bitch to drop the racks up in that Louie bag
She ain't get no dick now her coochie mad
I told this green ass lil bitch to drop them racks on me
I'm bout a bag lil ho you see these tats on me
Big dog so you can't put that cat on me
Like I'm tryna catch a bear I got them traps on me
Me and energy in yo bitchs memory
Off the Hennessy im tryna knock a friend or three
You ain't smoking out that pack then you niggas cheap
Yea I'm smoking on that thrax to have you niggas sleep
I told the bitch to drop them racks you need some management
That nigga had you sitting still like a mannequin
Bitch I can give you game but can you handle it
Cause you don't wanna feel this fire Like a candle lit
I told that bitch to drop the racks up in that Louie bag
I tell that bitch to drop the racks up in that Louie bag
I Tell a bitch drop the racks up in that Louie bag
She ain't get no dick now her coochie mad
Tell that bitch to drop the racks up in that Louie bag
I tell a bitch to drop the racks up in that Louie bag
I Tell a bitch drop the racks up in that Louie bag
She ain't get no dick now her coochie mad
Got a Louie bag matching kicks like I'm Bruce Lee
Bitch fell off from the tree like a loose leaf
Got her out of pocket man she talking to me loosely
Nigga when the bitch fagged off I didn't lose sleep
Blue Ken Griffey's and they cost a buck sixty
Even on my worst day you couldn't f*ck with me
Bitch I always rap about the shit that I really had
Ima get some louie and my bitch got a Prada bag
And I claim the bitch on my taxes cause I'm her Dad
I be state to state man you know I got a couple pads
She be staying down even though she be on her rag
The other hoes got on flip flops and they looking sad
I told that bitch to drop them racks up in that Louie bag
I tell a bitch to drop them racks up in that Louie bag
Tell a bitch to drop them racks up in that Louie bag
She ain't get no dick now her coochie mad