Smoove'L - Bag Talk lyrics

Cashmoney AP
Kio

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Yeah
Too many hoes in my call log
I can never stress about a bitch
I went and got her Chanel
Cuz she couldn't Tae
She still in her feelings bout the shit
I'm really where it's at
I may pull up in that Benzi
V right where you be
Bitches be crazy tryna have my baby like I
Don't know that she for the streets

Amiri the jeans with the bready
I made em buss u-ie's it's too
She shouldn't have left me
Bad bitch from New York ass
Fat hella heavy, hella heavy
Hella heavy
I run my racks up on
These niggas got em jelly
Cookies runtz got me deady

Nigga what, put respect on my name
I'm the one who got it started
Digging me now, used to tell em ideas
They thought I was retarded
She wanna fuck, I beat that pussy all up
To the point that it done farted
Squirted on my Amiris
I paid 13 for my jeans bitch
You better call me Harvy

Too many hoes in my call log
I can never stress about a bitch
I went and got her Chanel
Cuz she couldn't Tae
She still in her feelings bout the shit
I'm really where it's at
I may pull up in that Benzi
V right where you be
Bitches be crazy tryna have my baby like I
Don't know that she for the streets

Amiri the jeans with the bready
I made em buss u-ie's it's too
She shouldn't have left me
Bad bitch from New York ass
Fat hella heavy, hella heavy
Hella heavy
I run my racks up on
These niggas got em jelly
Cookies runtz got me deady

Getting bready I just made me some
Fetty I'm copping some Palms
Made me a bag
Opp nigga bitch on my dick
Made her blush when she saw me
On my arm, oh yeah
I got the drop on the spot
Cuz my new little bitch
But I'm gone play it calm
He better watch everything that
He posting and shit
I pop up like

Too many hoes in my call log
I can never stress about a bitch
I went and got her Chanel
Cuz she couldn't Tae
She still in her feelings bout the shit
I'm really where it's at
I may pull up in that Benzi
V right where you be
Bitches be crazy tryna have my baby like I
Don't know that she for the streets

Amiri the jeans with the bready
I made em buss u-ie's it's too
She shouldn't have left me
Bad bitch from New York ass
Fat hella heavy, hella heavy
Hella heavy
I run my racks up on
These niggas got em jelly
Cookies runtz got me deady