Louis V bag, jacket from V-Lone
Shawty stay back, why you blowin up my phone
So much that I need a f*ckin xanny just to get some rest
I just want your love but I know that you want my f*cking bread
Sometimes on those lonely nights I wish that you were f*ckin dead
Actin hot and cold I swear you always f*ckin with my head
So much that I need a f*ckin xanny just to get some rest
I just want your love but I know that you want my f*cking bread
Sometimes on those lonely nights I wish that you were f*ckin dead
Actin hot and cold I swear you always f*ckin with my head
She wanna f*ck up my head
In love with this money Id rather go run up this bread
Remember the things that you said
And you didn't like me, you said that you wanted me dead
I know that my life is a mess, and she knows that
But she still wants her check
She seein that Ima go flex
Get all these bands, then I hop in a jet
Got a money fetish for the big bankrolls
Changing my flow like I switch clothes
She put her ass out, givin her back shots
Hit till I pass out, I need to slow down
Surrounded by money in love with these racks
Please do not touch me you better get back
They movin crazy I gotta think fast
I'm poppin a xan and forgetting the past
So much that I need a f*ckin xanny just to get some rest
I just want your love but I know that you want my f*cking bread
Sometimes on those lonely nights I wish that you were f*ckin dead
Actin hot and cold I swear you always f*ckin with my head
LV Bag Video (MV)
Performed By: 777ethan X Lil Rari
Language: English
Length: 1:30
Written by: Ethan Mcmahon, Shawn Clayton
777ethan X Lil Rari - LV Bag Lyrics
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English
Louis V bag, jacket from V-Lone
Shawty stay back, why you blowin up my phone
So much that I need a f*ckin xanny just to get some rest
I just want your love but I know that you want my f*cking bread
Sometimes on those lonely nights I wish that you were f*ckin dead
Actin hot and cold I swear you always f*ckin with my head
So much that I need a f*ckin xanny just to get some rest
I just want your love but I know that you want my f*cking bread
Sometimes on those lonely nights I wish that you were f*ckin dead
Actin hot and cold I swear you always f*ckin with my head
She wanna f*ck up my head
In love with this money Id rather go run up this bread
Remember the things that you said
And you didn't like me, you said that you wanted me dead
I know that my life is a mess, and she knows that
But she still wants her check
She seein that Ima go flex
Get all these bands, then I hop in a jet
Got a money fetish for the big bankrolls
Changing my flow like I switch clothes
She put her ass out, givin her back shots
Hit till I pass out, I need to slow down
Surrounded by money in love with these racks
Please do not touch me you better get back
They movin crazy I gotta think fast
I'm poppin a xan and forgetting the past
So much that I need a f*ckin xanny just to get some rest
I just want your love but I know that you want my f*cking bread
Sometimes on those lonely nights I wish that you were f*ckin dead
Actin hot and cold I swear you always f*ckin with my head
Shawty stay back, why you blowin up my phone
So much that I need a f*ckin xanny just to get some rest
I just want your love but I know that you want my f*cking bread
Sometimes on those lonely nights I wish that you were f*ckin dead
Actin hot and cold I swear you always f*ckin with my head
So much that I need a f*ckin xanny just to get some rest
I just want your love but I know that you want my f*cking bread
Sometimes on those lonely nights I wish that you were f*ckin dead
Actin hot and cold I swear you always f*ckin with my head
She wanna f*ck up my head
In love with this money Id rather go run up this bread
Remember the things that you said
And you didn't like me, you said that you wanted me dead
I know that my life is a mess, and she knows that
But she still wants her check
She seein that Ima go flex
Get all these bands, then I hop in a jet
Got a money fetish for the big bankrolls
Changing my flow like I switch clothes
She put her ass out, givin her back shots
Hit till I pass out, I need to slow down
Surrounded by money in love with these racks
Please do not touch me you better get back
They movin crazy I gotta think fast
I'm poppin a xan and forgetting the past
So much that I need a f*ckin xanny just to get some rest
I just want your love but I know that you want my f*cking bread
Sometimes on those lonely nights I wish that you were f*ckin dead
Actin hot and cold I swear you always f*ckin with my head
Writer: Ethan Mcmahon, Shawn Clayton
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid