Baggage ft. Reggie Sinatra Lyrics

We getting jiggy

Counting fifties across the city

And my bitch is sitting pretty

Give some itty bitty pity nigga

She roll the gas

And we tripping off our ass

Got a eighth up in a pack

Do whatever that you ask honey

And she pulled with the Vans

And I think she got a man

And she looking like a fan

Let me show you something

And you know we getting jiggy

Counting fifties across the city

And my bitch is sitting pretty

Let me show you something

Don't wanna do you wrong, so just let me do you right

In like every type of form, yes and every single night

Got that baggage

On that baggage

On a bad bitch

Oh you had it

Oh you spazzed it

Oh it's tragic

Swipe that card, oh shit you maxed it

Watch me spit this game girl

Oh we lane switching

We reminiscing

Your legs bending

The heat up on my tongue

Yeah that shit gon' make you cum

You dripping for a minute then you shivering, oh she done

She pulled up with a backwood

Honey that's good

Got a dukes that names her Mary

But that's all that she could

She topped up on my game and show me where to aim

She think she fucking changed

Bout a week she stay the same

And it's pain

We getting jiggy

Counting fifties across the city

And my bitch is sitting pretty

Give some itty bitty pity nigga

She roll the gas

And we tripping off our ass

Got a eighth up in a pack

Do whatever that you ask honey

And she pulled with the Vans

And I think she got a man

And she looking like a fan

Let me show you something

And you know we getting jiggy

Counting fifties across the city

And my bitch is sitting pretty

Let me show you something