Songtext von somanybags

So many bags (woah) So many bags (woah), so many bags (woah, woah) So many bags (woah), so many bags (woah, woah) So many mags (woah), extended the mag (woah) Extended the mag (woah), extended the mag (woah, woah) I'm totin' Kriss-Vect' (woah), you know it's a ten mill' (woah) He's talkin' like that, he must not know how the stick feel The way she ridin' me, yeah, you would think she was drivin' the big wheel I'm slidin' out in a Maybach, yeah, I just left your bitch crib Got so many mags, got so many bags I'm servin' them packs, you can get cut with a axe I'm too geeked up to relax I'm fuckin' the soul out her back I'm pullin' the hair out her head It's not real, so she not upset Come here, bae, and let's jump on a jet Come here, bae I'm in LA like Luka DončIć I'm in LA, I'm smokin' on chronic She in LA Rodeo shoppin', she think she iconic So many bags in her hand, she might be iconic So many bags, so many bags So many bags, so many bags So many mags, extended the mag Extended the mag, extended the mag I'm totin' Kriss-Vect', you know it's a ten mill' He's talkin' like that, he must not know how the stick feel The way she ridin' me, yeah, you would think she was drivin' the big wheel I'm slidin' out in a Maybach, yeah, I just left your bitch crib So many bags So many bags, so many bags So many bags, so many bags