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BAG A B!TCH
by Romin
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I think I just bagged a bitch
I bag yo bitch
Her mom coming home, so I gotta make it quick
Louis on my belt, put those rings all on my fist
Sparking that bitch, let her know that I'm the shit
That's where I'm at now, I be leaving town
My bed size king, so you know I keep a crown
I know they see me now
Spending all this cash, got her a new gown
Her friends like who now?
ROMiN bitch who else
I think I just bagged a bitch
I bag yo bitch
Her mom coming home, so I gotta make it quick
Louis on my belt, put those rings all on my fist
Sparking that bitch, let her know that I'm the shit
I be phasing through this, like I'm a fucking ghost (Boo!)
Party at my house, ion care bitch I'll host (Haha)
I see all these old folks, laughing at these old jokes
I'm a sick individual, but I ain't broke hoe
No I ain't broke hoe!, No I ain't broke hoe!
No I ain't broke hoe!, No I aint broke hoe!
I say, No I'm not broke
Yeah, I think I won the lottery
Your girl on the phone
And I think she wanted all of me
Let her bother me, It won't bother me
Open up the door, lemme go inside your property
Inside your property, brain working improperly
I'm so high up nobody's stopping me
Yeah I'm so rich, but I'm never going into poverty (probably)
I think I just bagged a bitch
I bag yo bitch
Her mom coming home, so I gotta make it quick
Louis on my belt, put those rings all on my fist
Sparking that bitch, let her know that I'm the shit
I think I just bagged a bitch
I bag yo bitch
Her mom coming home, so I gotta make it quick
Louis on my belt, put those rings all on my fist
Sparking that bitch, let her know that I'm the shit
Let her know that I'm the shit, Let her know that I'm the shit
Let her know that I'm the shit, Let her know that I'm the shit
They think they can offend me, Umm no you didn't
I got five cars, and I only got my permit
I'm too fresh with this, you know I'm in it
(One more time! Lemme hear you sing it!)
I think I just bagged a bitch
I bag yo bitch
Her mom coming home, so I gotta make it quick
Louis on my belt, put those rings all on my fist
Sparking that bitch, let her know that I'm the shit
I think I just bagged a bitch
I bag yo bitch
Her mom coming home, so I gotta make it quick
Louis on my belt, put those rings all on my fist
Sparking that bitch, let her know that I'm the shit
That's where I'm at now, I be leaving town
My bed size king, so you know I keep a crown
I know they see me now
Spending all this cash, got her a new gown
Her friends like who now?
ROMiN bitch who else
I think I just bagged a bitch
I bag yo bitch
Her mom coming home, so I gotta make it quick
Louis on my belt, put those rings all on my fist
Sparking that bitch, let her know that I'm the shit
I be phasing through this, like I'm a fucking ghost (Boo!)
Party at my house, ion care bitch I'll host (Haha)
I see all these old folks, laughing at these old jokes
I'm a sick individual, but I ain't broke hoe
No I ain't broke hoe!, No I ain't broke hoe!
No I ain't broke hoe!, No I aint broke hoe!
I say, No I'm not broke
Yeah, I think I won the lottery
Your girl on the phone
And I think she wanted all of me
Let her bother me, It won't bother me
Open up the door, lemme go inside your property
Inside your property, brain working improperly
I'm so high up nobody's stopping me
Yeah I'm so rich, but I'm never going into poverty (probably)
I think I just bagged a bitch
I bag yo bitch
Her mom coming home, so I gotta make it quick
Louis on my belt, put those rings all on my fist
Sparking that bitch, let her know that I'm the shit
I think I just bagged a bitch
I bag yo bitch
Her mom coming home, so I gotta make it quick
Louis on my belt, put those rings all on my fist
Sparking that bitch, let her know that I'm the shit
Let her know that I'm the shit, Let her know that I'm the shit
Let her know that I'm the shit, Let her know that I'm the shit
They think they can offend me, Umm no you didn't
I got five cars, and I only got my permit
I'm too fresh with this, you know I'm in it
(One more time! Lemme hear you sing it!)
I think I just bagged a bitch
I bag yo bitch
Her mom coming home, so I gotta make it quick
Louis on my belt, put those rings all on my fist
Sparking that bitch, let her know that I'm the shit
