Baggin’ Lyrics by Marshmello and 42 Dugg is the title track from the album title “Baggin'”. 42 Dugg has written the lyrics of the song.
Song: Baggin’
Artist: Marshmello, 42 Dugg
Album: Baggin’
lyrics: 42 Dugg
Release Date: September 2, 2020
Baggin’ Lyrics
[Intro: Roddy Ricch]
Mello made it right
[Chorus]
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 f__ her friend, she keeps callin’ me a savage
She gon’ suck ’cause she nasty
Once I f__ her I’ll be laughin’ (F__ 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 ni__ rob
[Verse 1]
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 were out here suckin’ dick, I was tryna pay the (Rent)
I was tryna pay the, I was tryna pay the rent
Free my ni__ 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
[Chorus]
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 f__ her friend, she keep callin’ me a savage
She gon’ suck ’cause she nasty
Once I f__ her I be laughin’ (F__ 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 ni__ Rob
[Verse 2]
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 f__, too many bitches
Murder story, I don’t f__ with you ni__
You tryna get fame, f__ ’round, get painted
Throw it up, let ni__ know what you claimin’
Big 4, Big 4
