Marshmello & 42 Dugg – Baggin (Audio, Lyrics)

Marshmello & 42 Dugg collaborate on a new single titled “Baggin”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Ambezza & Marshmello.

Marshmello & 42 Dugg Baggin

For the most part, Marshmello employs the tried-and-true formula that has worked for so many current-day hits: an eerie minor-key progression to capture the atmosphere, and 808s to keep the heads ringing. While hardly the most innovative, Marshmello’s production here is more than sufficient, going a long way in setting an appropriate tone. As for the vocals, Dugg seems content to float for the most part, his lullaby-chant flow speaking to his unfazed nature. When he does hit his stride, it becomes clear why the rapper has captivated such a widespread audience. “Show you to make a ten, I get three brown from a gram,” he spits, his flow picking up momentum. “I know how to make a dance, twenty-two just for the pants.”

Marshmello & 42 Dugg – Baggin (prod. Ambezza & Marshmello)

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 McLaren, Moe got me thinkin’ ’bout than cashin’
Bitch, I’m a savage (Ho), Megan, savage (Nasty)
Heard I fucked her friend, she keep callin’ me a savage
She gon’ suck it ’cause she nasty (Freak ho)
Once I fucked her I be laughin’ (Fuck off)
We will never meet again, only thing I eat is tens (Bad ho)
Bag, what you doin’? Baggin’, baggin’
Youngest of the mob (I didn’t know Marshmello could make a beat that hard, man)

[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 was out here suckin’ dick, I was tryna pay the (Rent)
I was tryna pay the, I was tryna pay the rent
Free my niggas 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 McLaren, Moe got me thinkin’ ’bout than cashin’
Bitch, I’m a savage (Ho), Megan, savage (Nasty)
Heard I fucked her friend, she keep callin’ me a savage
She gon’ suck it ’cause she nasty (Freak ho)
Once I fucked her I be laughin’ (Fuck off)
We will never meet again, only thing I eat is tens (Bad ho)
Bag, what you doin’? Baggin’, baggin’
Youngest of the mob, R.I.P. my young nigga Rob

[Verse 2]
Prolly throw 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 four a week in Cinci, could be five, but he too picky
Keep that fye, bitch, don’t get Ricky’d
Without my guys feel like something missin’
Too many proud fucks, too many bitches
Moral of the story, I don’t fuck with you niggas
You tryna get fame, fuck ’round, get painted
Throw it up, let nigga know what you claimin’
Big 4, Big 4

[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 McLaren, Moe got me thinkin’ ’bout than cashin’
Bitch, I’m a savage (Ho), Megan, savage (Nasty)
Heard I fucked her friend, she keep callin’ me a savage
She gon’ suck it ’cause she nasty (Freak ho)
Once I fucked her I be laughin’ (Fuck off)
We will never meet again, only thing I eat is tens (Bad ho)
Bag, what you doin’? Baggin’, baggin’
Youngest of the mob, R.I.P. my young nigga Rob