Songtexte Beg4Bag - Sammy Boi

When I tell you these bitches be begging
I mean they be fucking begging
Honey down on her knees she praying
It's bout time that I give her the message

I be using my game like a weapon
Use to sleep on the shit that I'm repping

If I fuck on your bitch don't be mad should that glad that young Sammy Boi blessing your dame
Yeah I don't know why Shawty be laid up in your bed, but she still screaming out my name
you broke boy missing, you ain't even aim, you motherfuckers sleep by the highway
I wake up and ball, I'm rocking that shit that your
babygirl beg you to throw on (Get the fuck up)

I fill out a hall at 17, you bitches just did you first shit
I'm sending a message: I'm sitting with legends, my kids still putting out worse shit
I'm teaching these lessons, you burnt bitch
The swag that I flex, I earned this
All my pockets protected you can't get a dollar,
You look like a peasant you nervous (Now, get the fuck up)

Bae beg for the bag, I got that,
Beg for the bag, I got that dope
Down in the streets she rock that,
Down in the street she rock that boat
Bae beg for the bag I got that,
Beg for the bag I got that dope
Pound for pound she rock that,
Pound for pound she rock that boat
Now I'm fucking and dipping, a real life villain
She sucking me up while I cook in the kitchen
Dance on the dick, she know all the positions
They going ballistic, this potion I'm mixing
Bae beg for the bag, I got that, Beg for the bag, I got that dope
Down in the streets she rock that, Down in the street she rock that boat

She put that licky on my dick, She gave my dick a hickie, hey
Once this 50 on my neck I bet these pigeons tryna play

They don't know how to make a bitch feel good
Smoke blunts while she suckin it real good
She say I hit that shit like a dance song
How I got her going wild for the build up
Make a good girl turn so hardcore
I love to see yall shake to the hardcore
Them birds get down on the dancefloor
Them big cheeks clap like a car door

Got her looking at the boy like she want more
Hit her with side eye like madman
When I fuck, you know that I'm not yours
Girl I get it and go, you a lapdance

Cuz I'm rocking the mad designer with the fleece
My pockets silver lining I ain't lying when I say I get the bag I feel complete
She begging for bags, she got a disease
She pulling me close, I gotta release
In bed with your hoes, cant get em to leave

Bae beg for the bag, I got that
Beg for the bag, I got that
Beg for the bag, I got that
Beg for the bag, I got that

Bae beg for the bag, I got that, beg for the bag, I got that dope
Down in the streets, she rock that, down in the street, she rock that boat
Bae beg for the bag, I got that, beg for the bag, I got that dope
Pound for pound, she rock that, pound for pound, she rock that boat
(Go, Go, Go)
Now I'm fucking and dipping a real life villain
She sucking me up while I cook in the kitchen
Dance on the dick, she know all the positions
They going ballistic, this potion I'm mixing
Bae beg for the bag, I got that, beg for the bag, I got that dope
Down in the streets, she rock that, down in the street, she rock that boat

I run that shit back for them bitches that didn't fucking hear me, hey
I run that shit back for them bitches that didn't fucking hear me, hey