Chingy
Bagg Up lyrics
Songwriters: Bailey, Howard; Mayfield, Curtis; Blake, D
Bagg Up
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce then
Bagg Up
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce then
Bagg Up
Bounce, Bounce, Bounce then
Bagg Up
Bounce, uh uh, Bounce
Sraight playa baby,
Two rides outside with that OG ride
I'm high but it's all gravy
Snake skins no Timbaland boots get lou
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 soo shady
Peek this Streetness, never had a weekness weeth this.
I do this daily
Follow my whole set, bottles of mo' wet, bet
Until they lay me, 6 feet under dirt
I'm the one with the worth, got hits but don't try to spray me
If i lack keep straps it's a rap gimme dat you can roll wit me
Yeah, maybe
Hey the streets is mine like mix tapes with that MC grind
Don't play crazy (Bagg Up)
Gimme some room when I pull the Jag up
Bounce, Bounce then
Bagg up
My pockets don't swole is that what ya mad for huh? No?
Then, Bag up
See that Coupe with that Maroon rag up? What? Huh?
Then, Bagg Up
Tell your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up.
Everybody talkin since they see i'm on a roll
Touch what's mine and 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 old
Cold wit the flow, flow wit a cold, sick
Baby say she neva drove a stick
And since she was on top of me, back seat of da 6
It's, goin' down around these parts,
Nobody liked me til' i got the deal so don't start
Is it different? Is it dope? I don't know?
What you rappin about is way too funky for u to smell
What I'm rappin about
Juss Chingy Baby (Bagg Up)
Gimme some room when I pull the Jag up
Bounce, Bounce then
Bagg up
My pockets don't swole is that what ya mad for huh? No?
Then, Bag up
See that Coupe with that Marron rag up? What? Huh?
Then, Bagg Up
Tell your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up.
How many MC's must get dissed?
For hatin' on the mvp new draft pick
Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?
I'm sorry, i'm the glitter that your girl seein' gliss
Man with da big fish, I hit, I don't miss
Sorta like Starks shootin' 3's for the Knicks
Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss
In da field, like you fell off a tall clif.
I'm a bully like Dip, I sink yo ship
6 o'clock from the clip if you pop up a lip
It's Chingy Baby (Bagg Up)
Gimme some room when I pull the Jag up
Bounce, Bounce then
Bagg up
My pockets don't swole is that what ya mad for huh? No?
Then, Bag up
See that Coupe with that Marron rag up? What? Huh?
Then, Bagg Up
Tell your money hungry chicks that always nag us Bagg up.
Bagg up (4X)
Bagg Up lyrics © Bmg Songs, Inc.; Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp; Chingy Music
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