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Sahbabii - Bag Just Like Some Chips Lyrics

[Pre-Chorus]
I can't satisfy a bitch, but she can satisfy a dick (Yeah)
My bitches Sprite, yours Sierra Mist (Yessir)
I pulled up with the dick and let that motherfucker hit (Yeah)
Bust all on her face, I told that bitch I can't miss (No, sir)

[Chorus]
In my bag just like some chips, bag just like some chips
In my bag just like some chips, bag just like some chips
In my bag just like some chips, bag just like some chips
In my bag just like some chips, bag just like some chips

[Verse 1]
My bars are flamin' hot (Real hot), yours corn chips
These niggas small fries, yeah, they twenty-five cent (Oh yeah, yeah)
I'm thе big bag, bigger than some porn tits
Gravity bong, niggas smokin' foreign shit (Bеlieve it)
I'm a fresh prince call a nigga Will Smith (Achieve it)
Make a nigga bleed like the cracks in your lips (Complete it)
Balmain jeans, only buy if they got rips
I told her use her tone, now that bitch got a lisp
Bitch, my money long like a shopping list
AK forty-seven, ain't no rockin' this
The microwave broken, ain't no poppin' this
Two-thousand-fifty drip, it ain't no coppin' this
[Pre-Chorus]
I can't satisfy a bitch, but she can satisfy a dick (Yeah)
My bitches Sprite, yours Sierra Mist (Yessir)
I pulled up with the dick and let that motherfucker hit (Yeah)
Bust all on her face, I told that bitch I can't miss (No, sir)

[Chorus]
In my bag just like some chips, bag just like some chips
In my bag just like some chips, bag just like some chips
In my bag just like some chips, bag just like some chips
In my bag just like some chips, bag just like some chips

[Verse 2]
In my bag just like some Takis (Takis, yeah)
Bitch, I keep a pocket rocket
These shells hot like a jalapeño popper
Chump ass nigga, get stuffed in the locker
Bitch, we rough, you call us Ruffles
One false move and you know we gon' bust you
Turn his head to a red Slushy
He's a DD, dead dummy
She want the meat and the bread, salami
Had sex with her dinner, I'm all in her stomach
You stayed on the porch lookin' mad like a pumpkin
I went to go get it, my nigga, no frontin' (Frontin')
Fuck his bitch through the week but she closed on Sunday (Yeah)
I don't care 'cause it's one day
[Pre-Chorus]
I can't satisfy a bitch, but she can satisfy a dick (Yeah)
My bitches Sprite, yours Sierra Mist (Yessir)
I pulled up with the dick and let that motherfucker hit (Yeah)
Bust all on her face, I told that bitch I can't miss (No, sir)

[Chorus]
In my bag just like some chips, bag just like some chips
In my bag just like some chips, bag just like some chips
In my bag just like some chips, bag just like some chips
In my bag just like some chips, bag just like some chips