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LV BAG
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Past 7 Days
LV BAG was discovered most frequently at around 10 seconds into the song during the past week

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

(Thanks, Yakree) Yeah-yeah
Yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Hey
Yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah)
(I stay in all black like I'm slayer)
Hey, hey
My boots is Louis Vuitton (Yeah, yeah)
In the club, tryna sneak in my gun (Ayy, yeah, yeah)
Take this dick, little baby, don't run (Hey, yeah, yeah)
Said she feel every inch in her lung (Yeah, yeah)
**** hate, but they don't got no funds (Nuh-uh, yeah)
Put a Perc' in my Qua' 'cause it's fun (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Love the way that she usin' her tongue (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Her pussy bald-head like a monk (Yeah, woah, woah)
All my hoes is brown, Solange (Yeah, woah)
She suck up the nut like a sponge (Yeah, woo)
Yeah, my diamonds, they dance like they krump (Bling, bling)
You a opp, you get hit with the pump (Yeah)
Finna put up a M for my son (Huh?)
All these hoes wanna fuck on my son (Woah, woah)
For my birthday, Phønk bought me a gun (Woah, woah)
And yo' bitch eat my dick like it's brunch (ØWAY)
These bitches bad, I'll bet I'll first night her (ØWAY)
Louis V bag, that shit came from Spider (Yeah, yeah, ØWAY)
I run with shooters, we don't do no fightin' (Yeah, yeah)
We treat this ØWAY shit just like Al-Qaeda (Yeah, yeah, ØWAY)
Lil' attitude, my bitch a lil' feisty
Chanel and Prada, my bitch is the flyest (Woah, woah, feisty)
Give her good dick, got this little ho cryin' (Yeah, yeah)
**** had dissed 'em, the Draco had fried 'em (Woah, woah)
I need some SB's the way I be grindin' (Yeah)
I'm countin' the money, please give me some silence (Yeah, yeah)
I'm kickin' that P out, my bitch is the finest (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
My money Celine, I'm really the flyest (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I threw a lil' change in her pussy, she make that motherfucker turn to a fountain (Woah, woah, yeah)
Spendin' these racks, I'ma need an accountant (Woah, woah)
This for the **** and bitches that doubt it (Bling, bling)
Her pussy look like a flower (Yes)
Eat her good when she fresh out the shower (Yes)
I'm a Dølla, I can't be no coward (Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow)
And I got them freak hoes out in Broward (Yeah, yeah)
I was fuckin' her good, she had started speakin' Spanish (Wow)
This bitch ass so fat, I was losin' my balance (Wow, wow)
Poppin' my shit, so I keep me a cannon (Wow)
Bad bitches with me, I feel like Nick Cannon (Wow, wow)
I think I been there for, like, two days (Yeah, yeah), bustin' up off of this Tesla (Yeah, yeah)
I'm in her mouth like some toothpaste (Yeah, yeah), got this ho singin' like Kesha (Woah, woah, yeah)
I think I'm in love with sippin' Qua' (Bling, bling), pour it up, we do not measure (Bling, blaow)
I'm poppin' outside with all my chains (Bling, blaow) 'cause I made it out of the ghetto (ØWAY)
My boots is Louis Vuitton (Oh, woah)
In the club, tryna sneak in my gun (Yeah, yeah)
Take this dick, little baby, don't run (Yeah, yeah)
Said she feel every inch in her lung (Woah, woah)
**** hate, but they don't got no funds (Woah, woah)
Put a Perc' in my Qua' 'cause it's fun (Woah, woah)
Love the way that she usin' her tongue (Woah, woah)
Her pussy bald-head like a monk (Yeah, yeah)
Bling, bling
Written by: Jack Thierer, Misson Scott
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