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Bag Video (MV)




Performed By: Justin Ingalis
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Justin Bennett




Justin Ingalis - Bag Lyrics




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Gripping wood grain
Tryna get a bag
Gripping wood grain
Tryna
Gripping wood grain
Tryna get a bag
Tryna get a bag

F*ck that nigga
He ain't want me bad
He just mad
He just caught up in his feelings like

F*ck that nigga
I ain't going back
I'm so mad
I'm just tryna get a f*cking bag

Best nigga
I was the best nigga
But I had the only winning piece
Like it's chess nigga

You wanna speak up
Then get it off your chess nigga
I don't got time for nothing
Unless it's checks nigga

I think it's bout time to get me some new dick
Broke up with my baby
That nigga was stupid
Riding with my bitches we acting real ruthless
We dropped the top don't know where the roof is

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Gripping wood grain
Tryna get a bag
Gripping wood grain
Tryna
Gripping wood grain
Tryna get a bag
Tryna get a bag

You be acting like you don't know
But we all know you know
I don't need stress no more
Baby, you know where to find the door

This that new new
I be riding 'round town with my new boo
And I bet you he don't do the shit you do
'Cause he know how to act per usual (Uh)

I think it's bout time to get me some new dick
Broke up with my baby
That nigga was stupid
Riding with my bitches we acting real ruthless
We dropped the top don't know where the roof is

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Gripping wood grain
Tryna get a bag
Gripping wood grain
Tryna
Gripping wood grain
Tryna get a bag
Tryna get a bag

Ride just ride just ride just ride
Bend over
Ride just ride just ride just ride

You eat him and f*ck him and
F*ck him tell that boy you love him

You eat him and suck him and
F*ck him tell that boy you love him

You eat him and suck him and
F*ck him tell that boy you love him

Braaa-da you love him
Yes indeed because you f*cked him
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Pop that thing
Pop pop pop that thing
Show me what you working with

Pop that thing
Pop pop pop that thing
Show me what you working with

Gripping wood grain
Tryna get a bag
Gripping wood grain
Tryna
Gripping wood grain
Tryna get a bag
Tryna get a bag

F*ck that nigga
He ain't want me bad
He just mad
He just caught up in his feelings like

F*ck that nigga
I ain't going back
I'm so mad
I'm just tryna get a f*cking bag

Best nigga
I was the best nigga
But I had the only winning piece
Like it's chess nigga

You wanna speak up
Then get it off your chess nigga
I don't got time for nothing
Unless it's checks nigga

I think it's bout time to get me some new dick
Broke up with my baby
That nigga was stupid
Riding with my bitches we acting real ruthless
We dropped the top don't know where the roof is

Pop that thing
Pop pop pop that thing
Show me what you working with

Pop that thing
Pop pop pop that thing
Show me what you working with

Gripping wood grain
Tryna get a bag
Gripping wood grain
Tryna
Gripping wood grain
Tryna get a bag
Tryna get a bag

You be acting like you don't know
But we all know you know
I don't need stress no more
Baby, you know where to find the door

This that new new
I be riding 'round town with my new boo
And I bet you he don't do the shit you do
'Cause he know how to act per usual (Uh)

I think it's bout time to get me some new dick
Broke up with my baby
That nigga was stupid
Riding with my bitches we acting real ruthless
We dropped the top don't know where the roof is

Pop that thing
Pop pop pop that thing
Show me what you working with

Pop that thing
Pop pop pop that thing
Show me what you working with

Gripping wood grain
Tryna get a bag
Gripping wood grain
Tryna
Gripping wood grain
Tryna get a bag
Tryna get a bag

Ride just ride just ride just ride
Bend over
Ride just ride just ride just ride

You eat him and f*ck him and
F*ck him tell that boy you love him

You eat him and suck him and
F*ck him tell that boy you love him

You eat him and suck him and
F*ck him tell that boy you love him

Braaa-da you love him
Yes indeed because you f*cked him
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Writer: Justin Bennett
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