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Bag Video (MV)




Performed By: Slae
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: Flavio Juarez




Slae - Bag Lyrics
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Fake ass clothes, why you wearing that shit?
Got a lil check, spent it on my shirt
I know they watching gotta stay alert
I ain't gon' f*ck her she'd get me hurt
Give me your bag need it now, yes sir
Heat come out they gon' melt, soft serve
You ain't getting checks? That's absurd
They ain't do shit like shit I heard
He talk a lot, tryna lose his life
Don't hit me up, you stay on my line
I know them f*ck niggas stay telling lies
That girl fine, I don't trust her with life
Less Number (N)ine
Gotta keep a 9
Brand new bag, I made it mine
We ain't got time
Let's get that bag
Bag, bag
Big ole bag on me
Zero hoes on me
I got yo' mom on me
She ain't gon' f*ck me, she f*ck on the team
Walking with a limp, like I lean
Got bread in my pocket, I walk like a fiend
They ain't f*cking with me, I know that
Bitch got tunnel vision like, um, Kodak
These bitches ain't shit, I been known that
Hop on the Dark Web, buy bins I know how
See 'em talking bout "swipe swipe"
But they ain't doing shit, chop chop
Go get that bag, go get that cash
Ha ha ha
Like, ha ha ha
Stop crying 'bout thots
I don't even need your top
Bro got Glocks galore
Can f*ck any time of the night
Ain't sipping Hi-Tech, nah nah nah
Sipping on juice, yes, that Snapple pop
Get that shit
Feel that shit
I bought that shit
I bought that shirt
Now my pockets short
Jeans too small, no pocket holes
Lil' ass kid, no microphone
Do shit with my Apple phone
I think I hit my lucky bone
Pop 5 do my homework
Fake ass clothes, why you wearing that shit?
Got a lil check, spent it on my shirt
I know they watching gotta stay alert
I ain't gon' f*ck her she'd get me hurt
Give me your bag need it now, yes sir
Heat come out they gon' melt, soft serve
You ain't getting checks? That's absurd
They ain't do shit like shit I heard
He talk a lot, tryna lose his life
Don't hit me up, you stay on my line
I know them f*ck niggas stay telling lies
That girl fine, I don't trust her with life
Less Number (N)ine
Gotta keep a 9
Brand new bag, I made it mine
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Fake ass clothes, why you wearing that shit?
Got a lil check, spent it on my shirt
I know they watching gotta stay alert
I ain't gon' f*ck her she'd get me hurt
Give me your bag need it now, yes sir
Heat come out they gon' melt, soft serve
You ain't getting checks? That's absurd
They ain't do shit like shit I heard
He talk a lot, tryna lose his life
Don't hit me up, you stay on my line
I know them f*ck niggas stay telling lies
That girl fine, I don't trust her with life
Less Number (N)ine
Gotta keep a 9
Brand new bag, I made it mine
We ain't got time
Let's get that bag
Bag, bag
Big ole bag on me
Zero hoes on me
I got yo' mom on me
She ain't gon' f*ck me, she f*ck on the team
Walking with a limp, like I lean
Got bread in my pocket, I walk like a fiend
They ain't f*cking with me, I know that
Bitch got tunnel vision like, um, Kodak
These bitches ain't shit, I been known that
Hop on the Dark Web, buy bins I know how
See 'em talking bout "swipe swipe"
But they ain't doing shit, chop chop
Go get that bag, go get that cash
Ha ha ha
Like, ha ha ha
Stop crying 'bout thots
I don't even need your top
Bro got Glocks galore
Can f*ck any time of the night
Ain't sipping Hi-Tech, nah nah nah
Sipping on juice, yes, that Snapple pop
Get that shit
Feel that shit
I bought that shit
I bought that shirt
Now my pockets short
Jeans too small, no pocket holes
Lil' ass kid, no microphone
Do shit with my Apple phone
I think I hit my lucky bone
Pop 5 do my homework
Fake ass clothes, why you wearing that shit?
Got a lil check, spent it on my shirt
I know they watching gotta stay alert
I ain't gon' f*ck her she'd get me hurt
Give me your bag need it now, yes sir
Heat come out they gon' melt, soft serve
You ain't getting checks? That's absurd
They ain't do shit like shit I heard
He talk a lot, tryna lose his life
Don't hit me up, you stay on my line
I know them f*ck niggas stay telling lies
That girl fine, I don't trust her with life
Less Number (N)ine
Gotta keep a 9
Brand new bag, I made it mine
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Writer: Flavio Juarez
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