Louie Bag (Explicit) - YEBBA/Smino

Lyrics by：Abbey Smith/James Francies/Kamaal Fareed/Christopher Smith Jr.

Composed by：Abbey Smith/James Francies/Kamaal Fareed/Christopher Smith Jr.

You ooh

It was a stormy winter

I watched the city burn

And ever since I can remember

That's just the way it hurts

And it goes on and on and on

Like I can never see the pinnacle of it all

Put it in my louie bag don't let it overflow

Move it in ship it out

Tell me if they want some more

'Cause I got that fire it's comin' for them now

Friends are fallin' off talkin' s**t for no reason

Checkin' all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now

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They cut my palms with paper

Made from her autumn leaves

I'm bleedin' out disclaimers

Into my family tree

F**k the interviews to enterprise

I'd rather look into my mother's eyes

And let it be

Let it be yeah

Put it in my louie bag don't let it overflow

Move it in ship it out

Tell me if they want some more

'Cause I got that fire it's comin' for them now

Friends are fallin' off talkin' s**t for no reason

Checkin' all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now

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When the sky like this I drop my top

Pull up on you just like a sock

Come and ride we ain't even gotta talk

Yeah yeah yebba

Yeah but I was 'posed to make it by now

Yeah but life threw me in the wrong realm

Yeah we always got time to do better

Yebba I was tryna do it right now

And we was growin' up in a town

Where they never showed love to the brown

Twenty-four hours ain't enough time

I was fightin' throwin' hands with the clock

Never been sweet no honeycomb

Money gone granny gone run along

City burn pin it on pentagon

Can't make it up no revlon

S**t bubble up revrun

Had the episodes this a re-run

And they tell me go pray to the reverend

Told God that I felt like a stepson

Buy a brand new coupe for the stress huh

Thick thang on the way for the stress huh

Big blunt on the way to my chest lungs

Nowadays the distance hit me hard

I admit I'm addicted to livin' large

One three five seven beat the odds

Put it in my louie bag don't let it overflow

Move it in ship it out

Tell me if they want some more

'Cause I got that fire it's comin' for them now

Friends are fallin' off talkin' s**t for no reason

Checkin' all my locks 'cause it's robbin' season now

La da da da da da

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