Sage Lyrics

The song is hard its hard

Its DeSaviour

Yeah

I been burning weed around the crib like its sage

In with all the good

Out with all the rage

Woke up this morning, Acrylic in my shoulder blade

When I married money I was still under age

All I ever wanted was a bag and bad bitches

Eyes get big, dick hard, and palm itches

Gotta have your own bag to even spark my interest

All I ever wanted was a bag and bad bitches

Bag and Bad bitches, just a Bag and bad bitches

I don't like the strips, I like lashes with extensions

Fashion futuristic, or the fashion super vintage

Missionary, chain hang, she biting on my pendant

She say I got too much stamina, she hardly let me finish

Told her hit the gym work on your fitness

I handle my business, No messy shit, don't at me in your mentions

The closest thing to broke I get might be a torn ligament

Education gifted, still will act ignorant

Plotting on them millions, while the beach perfect my pigment

Tell her catch your beat or you might miss it

And if she leave then tell her, good riddance

You know that I've been balling, I've been busting through the mittens

All I ever wanted was a bag and bad bitches

Me and Bro will hit yo shit like 21 bridges

The only cappin' that I do a STL fitted

Hit it from the back and do the griddy

Cheese steak and wings from American deli

Weed smelly, can't leave the crib without my deadly

Casamigos got it lit, really

Titties ain't big but they pretty

Unspoken commitment

Mutually understood, Don't need titles to defend it

Never let the messy hoes mess with our business

Chill like an Eskimo, like let's get more Benji's

DeSaviour M. Ikner and the M ain't for Many

All I really wanted was a bag and bad bitches

Eyes get big, dig hard and palm itches

Gotta have your own bag to even spark my interest

All I ever wanted was a bag and bad bitches