Lyrics Megan, Thee Stallion – Make A Bag

Make A Bag Lyrics – Megan, Thee Stallion

Singer: Megan, Thee Stallion
Title: Make A Bag

Aye, yeah
b#tch I’m exquisite, no cheap sh#t
Ahead of these b#tches, I lead sh#t
Makin’ it pop on some freak sh#t

You bring it to me
You know I’ma make a bag
And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
Make that b#tch jump

You know I’ma make a bag
And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
Make that b#tch jump
Ahh!

I’m at Pappadeuax eating seafood
Racks in my pocket and a big tool
The sh#t that I’m rockin’ got red on the bottom, hoe
These are no cheap shoes

I really be hustlin’, I really be thuggin’
I ain’t one of these rap dudes
Diamonds jumping out the face of the Altima
Doing the Michael Jackson kick move

I’ma big dog, you a shih tzu
She gone kick the n#gg# out ‘for I come thru
Yeen ain’t been thru what I’ve been thru
Now I’m up, I’m gone ball like Caillou

Ah choo! Bless me
Please don’t test me
I won’t hesitate to buss the Smith and Wesson
Dope boys and some killas in my section

You a lame, we ain’t f#ckin’ with you peasants
I got big pointer sittin’ inside the necklace
Reach for my chain, send yo’ #ss to heaven
Shoot first, we don’t do the second guessin’

Hit his n#gg# and I bet he get the message
I’m in a Maserati truck, fish bowl n#gg#
I know they #ss seein’ me, but I don’t see a soul n#gg#
I’m at grand luxe eatin’ caesar salad with my sugar daddy

Pulled up on me in a big benz, told me to drive
I told him, let me have it
No time to play with these n#gg#s, huh
After I break ’em, I kick ’em, huh

Told him to put me some ice on my neck and ears if he want me to listen, hey huh
He wanna swim in my lap, huh
He tryna get in my snaps, huh
I tellin’ b#tches I’ve been in my bag, but now I got the wallet to match, huh

He love how I fit in my clothes, huh
He love how I talk, I’ma poet, hey
He told me he think that he fallin’ in love
And I told him I’m already knowin’, huh

I might balance a b#tch on these ‘enciagas
I can’t see the haters thru these f#ckin’ pradas
They gone book me cuz I bring the p#ss# poppers
And the n#gg#s with money that’s poppin’ bottles

I’ma make a bag and make it twerk
I’m finna run up a bag in a skirt
They checkin’ him but the gun in my purse
I’m killin’ these hoes and I know that they hurt

Ahh!
Yeah
b#tch I’m exquisite, no cheap sh#t
Ahead of these b#tches, I lead sh#t

Makin’ it pop on some freak sh#t
You bring it to me
You know I’ma make a bag
And make it twerk, twerk, twerk

Make that b#tch jump
You know I’ma make a bag
And make it twerk, twerk, twerk
Make that b#tch jump

Ahh!
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