I'm from the trenches, won't you put your phone down on my manager's list
I know you got your own, you just want niggas to listen
You out here tryna get it, you out here tryna get it
You got a bag, I got a bag too, girl
You get a mad look, I be starin' at you, girl
Look all that ass, I ain't mad at you, girl
She got a bag, I got a bag too
I'm talkin' bout you, and only you
Smelly
I'm talkin' bout you, and only you
Smelly
What you tryna do
It's Smelly and this bitch, I spend a bag on you
Ice you out, fly you out, you my battle bull
And when you worried bout these niggas, tell them, make a move
I be spendin', call it trickin', I'm a player, so I get it
If I'm lickin', she my princess, I know they sick that I'm still winnin
And ain't shit they get is spendin' on what brought these niggas pimpin
I be f*ckin' these y'all women, man, I really keep it pimpin
I be pullin' on her skull, her friends, drop her to my ho
Say me under a punch emoji, but you know who that about
I ain't lovin' on these women, they f*ckin' whoever got the clout
But the way she f*ckin' on me, like she tryna be my spouse
I'm tryna keep an order low, she tryna put me on the line
Snapchat, Facebook, like, check out my new guy
She ain't used to niggas who put it on, get real fly
This ain't nothin' new to me, baby, I'm from Front Street, know it dry
Richard Duck, ain't gon' lie, I want to paint this city red
Now that I heard my brother died, I couldn't even lay down in the bed
We got guns all in the house, shit, I'm just worried bout the feds
I ain't really feel that bitch till she stop playin' with my head
Get out your feelings, go get some racks
You gotta turn up and put your brothers on your back
We steppin' this bitch, no, we do not know how to act
Spinnin' back to back, bitch, you said we won't come back
Now go get your brother back
Look, I'm from the trenches
Once you put your phone down, lil' mama then just listen
I know you got your home, you just want niggas to listen
I'm tryna get some home, he was out here tryna get it
You out here tryna get it
You got her back, I got her back too, girl
You get her mad, look how she starin' at you, girl
Look all that ass, I ain't mad at you, girl
She got her back, I got her back too
I'm talkin' bout you and only you
I'm talkin' bout you and only you
I'm talkin' bout you and only you
Cmillyy - Bag Too (feat. SharkOuttaWater) Lyrics
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I'm from the trenches, won't you put your phone down on my manager's list
I know you got your own, you just want niggas to listen
You out here tryna get it, you out here tryna get it
You got a bag, I got a bag too, girl
You get a mad look, I be starin' at you, girl
Look all that ass, I ain't mad at you, girl
She got a bag, I got a bag too
I'm talkin' bout you, and only you
Smelly
I'm talkin' bout you, and only you
Smelly
What you tryna do
It's Smelly and this bitch, I spend a bag on you
Ice you out, fly you out, you my battle bull
And when you worried bout these niggas, tell them, make a move
I be spendin', call it trickin', I'm a player, so I get it
If I'm lickin', she my princess, I know they sick that I'm still winnin
And ain't shit they get is spendin' on what brought these niggas pimpin
I be f*ckin' these y'all women, man, I really keep it pimpin
I be pullin' on her skull, her friends, drop her to my ho
Say me under a punch emoji, but you know who that about
I ain't lovin' on these women, they f*ckin' whoever got the clout
But the way she f*ckin' on me, like she tryna be my spouse
I'm tryna keep an order low, she tryna put me on the line
Snapchat, Facebook, like, check out my new guy
She ain't used to niggas who put it on, get real fly
This ain't nothin' new to me, baby, I'm from Front Street, know it dry
Richard Duck, ain't gon' lie, I want to paint this city red
Now that I heard my brother died, I couldn't even lay down in the bed
We got guns all in the house, shit, I'm just worried bout the feds
I ain't really feel that bitch till she stop playin' with my head
Get out your feelings, go get some racks
You gotta turn up and put your brothers on your back
We steppin' this bitch, no, we do not know how to act
Spinnin' back to back, bitch, you said we won't come back
Now go get your brother back
Look, I'm from the trenches
Once you put your phone down, lil' mama then just listen
I know you got your home, you just want niggas to listen
I'm tryna get some home, he was out here tryna get it
You out here tryna get it
You got her back, I got her back too, girl
You get her mad, look how she starin' at you, girl
Look all that ass, I ain't mad at you, girl
She got her back, I got her back too
I'm talkin' bout you and only you
I'm talkin' bout you and only you
I'm talkin' bout you and only you
I know you got your own, you just want niggas to listen
You out here tryna get it, you out here tryna get it
You got a bag, I got a bag too, girl
You get a mad look, I be starin' at you, girl
Look all that ass, I ain't mad at you, girl
She got a bag, I got a bag too
I'm talkin' bout you, and only you
Smelly
I'm talkin' bout you, and only you
Smelly
What you tryna do
It's Smelly and this bitch, I spend a bag on you
Ice you out, fly you out, you my battle bull
And when you worried bout these niggas, tell them, make a move
I be spendin', call it trickin', I'm a player, so I get it
If I'm lickin', she my princess, I know they sick that I'm still winnin
And ain't shit they get is spendin' on what brought these niggas pimpin
I be f*ckin' these y'all women, man, I really keep it pimpin
I be pullin' on her skull, her friends, drop her to my ho
Say me under a punch emoji, but you know who that about
I ain't lovin' on these women, they f*ckin' whoever got the clout
But the way she f*ckin' on me, like she tryna be my spouse
I'm tryna keep an order low, she tryna put me on the line
Snapchat, Facebook, like, check out my new guy
She ain't used to niggas who put it on, get real fly
This ain't nothin' new to me, baby, I'm from Front Street, know it dry
Richard Duck, ain't gon' lie, I want to paint this city red
Now that I heard my brother died, I couldn't even lay down in the bed
We got guns all in the house, shit, I'm just worried bout the feds
I ain't really feel that bitch till she stop playin' with my head
Get out your feelings, go get some racks
You gotta turn up and put your brothers on your back
We steppin' this bitch, no, we do not know how to act
Spinnin' back to back, bitch, you said we won't come back
Now go get your brother back
Look, I'm from the trenches
Once you put your phone down, lil' mama then just listen
I know you got your home, you just want niggas to listen
I'm tryna get some home, he was out here tryna get it
You out here tryna get it
You got her back, I got her back too, girl
You get her mad, look how she starin' at you, girl
Look all that ass, I ain't mad at you, girl
She got her back, I got her back too
I'm talkin' bout you and only you
I'm talkin' bout you and only you
I'm talkin' bout you and only you
Writer: Shark OuttaWater, CJ Foskey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid