Bagg Up Lyrics by Chingy

Bagg Up Lyrics

    Bagg up
    Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)
    Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)
    Bounce, bounce, bounce then (bagg up)
    Bounce (uh) bounce (uh)
    Straight playa, baby
    Two rides outside with that OG ride
    I'm high but it's all gravy
    Snake skins, no Timbaland boots, get loot
    I'll shoot if you try to play me
    Get clout when I'm out, money what I'm all about
    In a world that's so shady
    Peep this streetness, never had a weakness
    Peep this, I do this daily
    Follow my whole set, bottles of moet
    Bet until they lay me
    Six feet in the dirt, I'm the one with the work
    Got hits but they try to spray me
    If I lack, keep straps, it's a wrap, gimme daps
    You can roll with me, yeah maybe
    Hey the streets is mine like mixtapes
    When an MC grind don't play crazy

    [hook]
    Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up
    Bounce, bounce, then
    My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?
    Huh? Go on then
    See that Coup with that maroon rag up?
    What? Huh? Then
    To your money hungry chicks that always nag us
    Bagg up

    [Chingy]
    E'rybody talkin since they see I'm on a roll
    Touch what's mine, you gon' end up gettin' mowed
    Ladies they love me like they just found a pot of gold
    Jackpot, I'm scoring big around the globe
    You can be hot, I'm what you not and that's cold
    Cold with the flow, dro when it goes
    Sick, baby said she never drove a stick
    Until she was ontop of me, backseat of the six
    It's goin down round these parts
    Nobody liked me till I got the deal so don't start
    Is it different? Is it dope? I dunno what you yappin about
    Its way too funky for you to smell what I'm rappin about
    Just Chingy baby

    [hook]
    Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up
    Bounce, bounce, then
    My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?
    Huh? Go on then
    See that Coup with that maroon rag up?
    What? Huh? Then
    To your money hungry chicks that always nag us
    Bagg up

    [Chingy]
    How many MC's must get dissed
    For hatin on the NDP, New Draft Pick
    Don't it look like a hundred moons in my wrist?
    I'm sorry I'm the glitter that your girls seen glists (??)
    Swim with the big fish, I hit I don't miss
    Sorta like Starks shootin' free's for the Knicks
    Don't get me pissed, you'll take a big diss
    It'll feel like you fell off a tall cliff
    I'm a bully like Cliff (??) I sank yo ship
    Six o'clock from the clip if you pop off a lip
    Just Chingy baby

    [hook]
    Gimme some room when I pull that Jag up
    Bounce, bounce, then
    My pockets on swoll, is that what ya mad for?
    Huh? Go on then

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