Eva Shaw – BIG BAGS

Letra “Eva Shaw – BIG BAGS” Official Lyrics


Intro

Ooh brrr
Just like that
Eva Shaw on the Daw
It’s Rone Dawg


Chorus: Kris the $pirit

Big bags I need big bags for this
This shit here
Gang gang
Don’t you fuck around with my clique this shit might
Pop off
Knock your top off
Bitch I got sauce gave your main hoe lock jaw thats why she


Verse 1: Kris the $pirit

Want divorce
Top and intercourse
Shooting porns
Then she do my chores
You niggas forced
Said you getting worst
Don’t start no wars
Pussy end on the floors
Benjamin Franklin
Breaking my ankle chasing the paper no anchor
Came from the basement
Chain on me hanging
Cooking this shit with no apron
Trying to get bread like a banker
Fuck with my bread you in danger
Aim for you head with the flamer
Got that little thing with the laser


Pre-Chorus: Kris the $pirit

Pewm pew
Bitch I’m MF doom
No mask I’m on that ass fucking with my loot
Niggas tried to cock block they ain’t did shit
I’m on the block once a week they ain’t been since


Chorus: Kris the $pirit

Big bags I need big bags for this
This shit here
Gang gang
Don’t you fuck around with my clique this shit might
Pop off
Knock your top off
Bitch I got sauce gave your main hoe lock jaw thats why she


Verse 2: Roney

We get moody got some shooters with some bodies with me
Kamikaze drop your homie just got back it litty
That girl funny,think she know me, shoot her shot she Kobe
My dog wiling, did his time, they ain’t do nothing for him
Whip is foreign, bitches foreign, plus them bands enormous
We just flourish, not for nothing, couldn’t afford no porridge
All these pons I’m smoking now my room look like a forest
All these animals around so I still keep my Taurus
We lit it off today, got hit buddy not the same
Pull strings like Billy Ray
And kick like soccer games
Top off he wiling, too much sirens, heard that boy he sound it
They just found him, he was lounging somewhere near a mountain
We stay bout it cause we savage from the metro housing
Shot let off, that boy he drop, he leaking, he a fountain take his
Top off, shows they burn that hot sauce but it’s
Rone Dawg they want me get lock jaw

Chorus: Kris the $pirit

Big bags I need big bags for this
This shit here
Gang gang
Don’t you fuck around with my clique this shit might
Pop off
Knock your top off
Bitch I got sauce gave your main hoe lock jaw thats why she


Verse 3: Reeves Junya

I get your main ho lock jaw thats why she
Emailed like please unblock me
Y’all ops you can’t come party
Y’all rats just like Tekashi
Gang gang right here behind me
Chain swing this mirror caught me
Fresh to death I ain’t hear no body
Fear God, I don’t fear no body
Big bags, I need big bags like Santa Nigga
Big racks on me like tennis
Butterfly to you caterpillars
Fly through with them sticks like quit it
Pretty good for these bad decisions
And I’m dripping designer linen
That’s a raven I had a vision uh
Shorty wanna suck my dick, I gotta check I.D
Shorty wanna be my bitch but this shit ain’t for free
I’m Minnesota’s best, I’m from the same place as Prince, I’m king
No rock n roll but I got bands just like the black eyed peas

Chorus: Kris the $pirit

Big bags I need big bags for this
This shit here
Gang gang
Don’t you fuck around with my clique this shit might
Pop off
Knock your top off
Bitch I got sauce gave your main hoe lock jaw thats why she


Outro

Ooh huh what
Eva Shaw on the DAW
Big Bags
Gang gang
Brr brr
Big Bags

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