Baggage Lyrics

(Oh, yah' yah' yah')

(Oh, yah' yah' yah')

(Oh, yah' yah' yah')

(Oh, yah' yah' yah')

(You telling me)

(Oh shit)

(Oh, yah' yah' yah')

(Oh, yah' yah' yah')

(Oh, yah' yah' yah')

(Oh, yah' yah' yah')

(Aye)

(wanna waste time, aye)

(Pick up on the phone wit' that facetime, aye)

(Pull up to the crib snatch yo' waistline, aye)

(You the only girl runnin' my mind)

Shawty I don't wanna waste time

Pick up on the phone wit' that facetime

Pull up to the crib snatch yo' waist line

Yeah, you the only girl runnin' my mind

Oh, oh, oh

Cause I want a bad bitch, California

I don't want no average, pull up on ya

Countin' up all of the figures when I take you all up

Never put you in position where you have to choose some

So tell me why you can't see?

I'm fighting for your love like I'm Bruce Lee

High kicking all these hoes in the groupie

Steady sipping got my body moving loosely

Oh, oh, oh

I don't really ball, but you balling in your court

Hoppin' on to flights yeah, you flying with Dior

Holdin' all yo' baggage yeah, you got me hella sore

Shopping for the Louis bags you hitting all the stores

Baby it's all new to me

Yeah you pullin' on the trigger with the jewelries

Yeah you flauntin' all your body with no paper fees

So when you stop playin' start showing me, yeah

But you say you picking and you choosin' and you got it all worst

Showin' my affection started feeling like a curse

And I'm tryin' to make you feel how you was feelin' at first

And I'll give you all my love and I'll promise you the world, oh

Like a supernova bae, either walk or run away

It's the way you shinin' got me feelin, staring some type of way

Baby fuck it what you sayin' why you playing in my brain

Fuckin' with the tempo cause I know you playin' games

So I'm chasin' you and what about it?

Runnin' hunnid' twenty baby you ain't got to doubt it

Chasin' for your bag baby I know you about it

Pullin' up with flowers baby, we going live it lavish

So you want to love a shooter?

Back it up baby because I want a future

Not tryna to end up in back end of a cruiser

You ain't never gonna catch me with them losers

oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

(Cause I want a bad bitch, California)

(I don't want no average, pull up on ya)

(Countin' up all of the figures when I take you all up)

(Never put you in position where you have to choose some)

(So tell me why you can't see?)

(I'm fighting for your love like I'm Bruce Lee)

(High kicking all these hoes in the groupie)

(Steady sipping got my body moving loosely)

(Oh, oh, oh)

Cause I want a bad bitch, California

I don't want no average, pull up on ya

Countin' up all of the figures when I take you all up

Never put you in position where you have to choose some

So tell me why you can't see?

I'm fighting for your love like I'm Bruce Lee

High kicking all these hoes in the groupie

Steady sipping got my body moving loosely

Oh, oh, oh

(oh, my god)