Marshmello - Baggin' (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Marshmello - Baggin' (en) Lyrics
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God sat me down and told me,
"Youngin', you the one"
Givenchy, Louis, BAPE, the only
thing, I'm from the slums
White gold, Presidential,
maybe I should run
Still get 'em by the ton, sixty-
five three times a month
Bag, what you doin'? Baggin', baggin'
2020 McLaren, Moe got me thinkin'
'bout than cashin'
Bitch, I'm a savage (Ho),
Megan, savage (Nasty)
Heard I fucked her friend, she
keep callin' me a savage
She gon' suck it 'cause
she nasty (Freak ho)
Once I fucked her I be
laughin' (Fuck off)
We will never meet again, only
thing I eat is tens (Bad ho)
Youngest of the mob (I didn't
know Marshmello could make
a beat that hard, man)
After everything I gave how
you tell me I ain't shit?
All the money that I made, that
was 'posed to keep us lit
You was out here suckin' dick,
I was tryna pay the (Rent)
I was tryna pay the, I was
tryna pay the rent
Free my niggas from 6, if not
weed, then it's a brick
All my youngins takin'
hits, 1500 for a mix
Show you to make a ten, I get
three brown from a gram
I know how to make a dance, twenty-
two just for the pants
Ho, quit lying bitch you a fan,
if it's you, I want the head
I fell back on sellin' meds, I'm
supposed to be with Techs
Faced some fire, and the
feds ask me, am I Dugg
Ask God, not at all, four million
with all the cash
Youngest of the mob, R.I.
P. my young nigga Rob
Prolly throw a six, never
a five, pour me a four
Tell the world get off my dick
I get nervous when I get mentioned
Bro do four a week in Cinci, could
be five, but he too picky
Keep that fye, bitch,
don't get Ricky'd
Without my guys feel like
something missin'
Too many proud fucks, too many bitches
Moral of the story, I don't
fuck with you niggas
You tryna get fame, fuck
'round, get painted
Throw it up, let nigga know
what you claimin'
Big 4, Big 4
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