Baggin Lyrics by Marshmello & 42 Dugg is latest English song with music also given by Ambezza & Marshmello. Baggin song lyrics are written by 42 Dugg.
Baggin Song Detail
Singer: Marshmello, 42 Dugg
Composer: Ambezza & Marshmello
Lyrics by: 42 Dugg
Baggin Lyrics
God sat me down and told me, “Youngin’, you the one”
Givenchy, Louis, BAPE, the only thing, I’m from the slums
White gold, Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get ’em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month
Bag, what you doin’? Baggin’, baggin’
2020 plan, got me thinkin’ of more than cash
I’m a savage (Hoe), savage, savage
Heard I fucked her friend, she keep callin’ me a savage
She gon’ suck ’cause she nasty
Once I fucked her I be laughin’ (Fuck off)
We will never meet again, only thing I eat is tens
Bag, what you doin’? Baggin’, baggin’
Youngins in the mob, R.I.P. my young nigga rob
After everything I gave how you tell me I ain’t shit?
All the money that I made, that was ‘posed to keep us lit
You was out here suckin’ dick, I was tryna pay the (Rent)
I was tryna pay the, I was tryna pay the rent
Free my niggas from 6, if not weed, then it’s a brick
All my youngins takin’ hits, 1500 for a mix
Show you to make a ten, I get three brown from a gram
I know how to make a dance, twenty-two just for the pants
Ho, quit lying bitch you a fan, if it’s you, I want the head
I fell back on sellin’ meds, I’m supposed to be with Techs
Faced some fire, and the feds ask me, am I Dugg
Ask God, not at all, four million with all the cash
God sat me down and told me, “Youngin’, you the one”
Givenchy, Louis, BAPE, the only thing, I’m from the slums
White gold, Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get ’em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month
Bag, what you doin’? Baggin’, baggin’
2020 plan, got me thinkin’ of more than cash
I’m a savage (Hoe), savage, savage
Heard I fucked her friend, she keep callin’ me a savage
She gon’ suck ’cause she nasty
Once I fucked her I be laughin’ (Fuck off)
We will never meet again, only thing I eat is tens
Bag, what you doin’? Baggin’, baggin’
Youngins in the mob, R.I.P. my young nigga Rob
Prolly do a six, never a five, pour me a four
Tell the world get off my dick
I get nervous when I get mentioned
Bro do for a weaker sentence, it could be five, but he too picky
Keep that fire, bitch, don’t get risky
Without my guys [?]
Too many proud fucks, too many bitches
Murder story, I don’t fuck with you niggas
You tryna get fame, fuck ’round, get painted
Throw it up, let nigga know what you claimin’
Big 4, Big 4
God sat me down and told me, “Youngin’, you the one”
Givenchy, Louis, BAPE, the only thing, I’m from the slums
White gold, Presidential, maybe I should run
Still get ’em by the ton, sixty-five three times a month
Bag, what you doin’? Baggin’, baggin’
2020 plan, got me thinkin’ of more than cash
I’m a savage (Hoe), savage, savage
Heard I fucked her friend, she keep callin’ me a savage
She gon’ suck ’cause she nasty
Once I fucked her I be laughin’ (Fuck off)
We will never meet again, only thing I eat is tens
Bag, what you doin’? Baggin’, baggin’