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So Gone (My Bag) Video (MV)




Performed By: Wavy Voya
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Voya Gamble




Wavy Voya - So Gone (My Bag) Lyrics




I'm so gone in my zone
I been spending money
I might roll up some gas take it to the head,
I can't f*ck wit no nigga ain't getting money
Smack yo bitch on a ass while she give me head

I'm so gone in my zone
I been spending money
I might roll up some gas take it to the head,
I can't f*ck wit no nigga ain't getting money
Smack yo bitch on a ass while she give me head

I can't f*ck wit no nigga not getting money
Made a play so I'm throwing some spending money
If I come wit a bitch you can't get her from me
Make it rain on a bitch when it's f*cking sunny
I might drown a bitch deep in my drip
Bitch drip so wet might slip
If a nigga gone play bout my chips
It's gone be game over
Like lil flip
She a thot she let me and my bro hit
Popped a molly then she dance on her toe tips
Gave her some milk so she don't trip
Police asking questions ion know shit
Bitch stop calling my phone
I don't wanna f*ck I just want ya face bitch
Then I dip on a bitch like I'm racing
It ain't you it's this paper I'm chasing
Lemme turn off this location
I ain't f*cking wit that f*cking probation
Niggas big on them statements
Got ya name black and white all on the papers
Bitch I ball laker
Poof he gone see ya later
Gone in smoke like a f*cking vapor
Hey how he doing I see ya later

Im so gone in my zone I been spending money
I might roll up some gas take it to the head
I can't f*ck wit no nigga ain't getting money
Smack yo bitch on a ass while she give me head

These bitches on top of me
Stick like a sesame
I got the code and the recipe
I know some secret some homies done told me that ima hold down till the death of me
We like beef
We want it wit extra cheese
Got some top from a goddess that's topless,
Ass on metropolis the pussy was heavenly
In front ain't no getting ahead of me
The hustle for this is sold seperately
I know that they want it desperately
I had finessed the lil hoe for some better things
No I ain't talking bout wedding rings
Chasing money while I'm chasing dream balling like Kareem get the best of me pussy get a dicectamine now that bitch won't quit texting me
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I'm so gone in my zone
I been spending money
I might roll up some gas take it to the head,
I can't f*ck wit no nigga ain't getting money
Smack yo bitch on a ass while she give me head

I'm so gone in my zone
I been spending money
I might roll up some gas take it to the head,
I can't f*ck wit no nigga ain't getting money
Smack yo bitch on a ass while she give me head

I can't f*ck wit no nigga not getting money
Made a play so I'm throwing some spending money
If I come wit a bitch you can't get her from me
Make it rain on a bitch when it's f*cking sunny
I might drown a bitch deep in my drip
Bitch drip so wet might slip
If a nigga gone play bout my chips
It's gone be game over
Like lil flip
She a thot she let me and my bro hit
Popped a molly then she dance on her toe tips
Gave her some milk so she don't trip
Police asking questions ion know shit
Bitch stop calling my phone
I don't wanna f*ck I just want ya face bitch
Then I dip on a bitch like I'm racing
It ain't you it's this paper I'm chasing
Lemme turn off this location
I ain't f*cking wit that f*cking probation
Niggas big on them statements
Got ya name black and white all on the papers
Bitch I ball laker
Poof he gone see ya later
Gone in smoke like a f*cking vapor
Hey how he doing I see ya later

Im so gone in my zone I been spending money
I might roll up some gas take it to the head
I can't f*ck wit no nigga ain't getting money
Smack yo bitch on a ass while she give me head

These bitches on top of me
Stick like a sesame
I got the code and the recipe
I know some secret some homies done told me that ima hold down till the death of me
We like beef
We want it wit extra cheese
Got some top from a goddess that's topless,
Ass on metropolis the pussy was heavenly
In front ain't no getting ahead of me
The hustle for this is sold seperately
I know that they want it desperately
I had finessed the lil hoe for some better things
No I ain't talking bout wedding rings
Chasing money while I'm chasing dream balling like Kareem get the best of me pussy get a dicectamine now that bitch won't quit texting me
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Writer: Voya Gamble
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