Givenchy Bag Lyrics

Givenchy Bag - Wiley

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She said she wan' go ah yard

Pon the road, she, know me par too ard, aye

She said she whan go down on West End

Fi spend money pon ah blouse and frock, aye

She says she wan' buy a Givenchy Bag, bag small but the price dem large

Ah me say anyting and anyting so me a go buy anyting that she want

She moving like a queen

Had to look twice

I told her baby girl, hey, everyting nice

You ain't gotta worry, 'cause I got you to the end

You ain't lookin' like a five, girl, you lookin' like a ten

So

Iced out down, girl, keep it on loyal

Roll that ass around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom

Bounce it up and down girl, rah, rah, rah

And, baby, do what I do it like, wah, wah, wow

Take me one more 'round, and we gone hit the lotto

She stop fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't adding up

Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her

Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder

Said she wanna go mi yard (go)

Pon road to a real nigga heart, ayy (to my heart), aye

Said she wanna hit the mall

Wanna show it off like a movie star, aye

Said she used to the fraud (fraud)

Girl, did you ever think you'll live this large? Aye

She call me Mr. Anyting 'cause I can buy her anything

The tings that she want, aye

I'm moving like a king, so she had to look twice

I told her self serve or take my advice

It ain't no worries when you're standing by my side

You look surprised, girl, you look like a vibe

Iced out down, girl, keep it on loyal

Roll that ass around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom

Bounce it up and down girl, rah, rah, rah

And, baby, do what I do it like, wah, wah, wow

Take me one more 'round, and we gone hit the lotto

She stop fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't adding up

Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her

Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder

Say she never been to Selfridges, never been to Harrods

I should send you Primark, just to keep a balance

One man to your pum pum, I could imagine

'Cause pussy feels better when getting it's a challenge

Drippy young nigga always flexing it's apparent

You see me with a 10/10, just can't lower my standards

They saying she a gold digger but I ain't a broke nigga, so

When her ex's couldn't get the bill she was embarrassed, so

I could be your Santa baby with some claws though

Could never put a ring on any hoe, hoe, hoe

Way she whine sweet, what's that Moscato

Eh, tik and tok, make it clap, bravo

Iced out down, girl, keep it on loyal

Roll that ass around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom

Bounce it up and down girl, rah, rah, rah

And, baby, do what I do it like, wah, wah, wow

Take me one more 'round, and we gone hit the lotto

She stop fuckin' clowns 'cause this shit wasn't adding up

Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her

Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder

She a bad lil' vibe, I'ma freak 'til the morn'

With the late night lovin' got me tryna call on you (late)

Fuck off your ex, that nigga old news (uh)

You just need someone to go to

And she knows, she a bad lil' mama

Givenchy nah want that Dolce Gabana

She finessing, never care about karma

Still I think that pussy, might be worth all the drama, for real

On the East side with this ice on chill, ay

I'm with the mandem still

But you could be mine, baby signed and sealed, so

Iced out down, girl, keep it on loyal

Roll that ass around girl, vroom, vroom, vroom

Bounce it up and down girl, rah, rah, rah

And, baby, do what I do it like, wah, wah, wow

Take me one more round, and we gone hit the lotto

She stopped fucking clowns 'cause this shit wasn't adding up

Prints on her now, gotta, gotta bag her

Bad ting, ting, but I made her badder