Goodie Bag Lyrics – Kylie Cantrall

[Intro]
What’s in my goodie bag?
I got you thinking ’bout it
But if I throw you that
Be careful, you might catch a body
(Ha-ha-ha-ha)

[Verse 1]
Bang, bang, kiss, kiss (Uh)
Flip my hair back with my white French tips
Don’t need a wishlist (No)
Look at me, look at me ’cause I did all this

[Pre-Chorus]
(Ah-ah) Do what I want (Ah-ah) whenever I want (Yuh)
(Ah-ah) I’m like a billboard for Yves Saint Laurent, yeah
(Ah-ah) Face don’t decline (Nah), (Ah-ah) go, let it swipe
(Ah-ah) A milli, put on it, whatever you like

[Chorus]
What’s in my goodie bag?
I got you thinking ’bout it (Woo!)
But if I throw you that (Uh)
Be careful, you might catch a body (Ha-ha)
What’s in my goodie bag?
Ooh, boy, it’s so hypnotic (Uh)
But if I throw you that (Woo!)
Be careful, you might catch a body

[Verse 2]
My bag is vintage, it’s leather, it’s studded (Ooh)
Look all you want, but you better not touch it
Little-bitty waist with that cute little stomach
Wear anything that I want and it’s stunning (Ah)
Fendi glass on my lips and the lash
My aura is so contagious (My aura is so contagious)
Bubble gum in my mouth, popping it

Baby, use your imagination

[Pre-Chorus]
(Ah-ah) Do what I want (Ooh, ah-ah) whenever I want (-ver I want)
(Ah-ah) I’m like a billboard for Yves Saint Laurent, (Yeah, yeah) yeah
(Ah-ah) Face don’t decline, (Oh-oh, ah-ah) go, let it swipe (Woo!)
(Ah-ah) A milli, put on it, whatever you like

[Chorus]
What’s in my goodie bag?
I got you thinking ’bout it (Woo!)
But if I throw you that (Throw you that)
Be careful, you might catch a body (Ha-ha)
What’s in my goodie bag?
Ooh, boy, it’s so hypnotic (Ooh-ooh)
But if I throw you that
Be careful, you might catch a body (No)

What’s in my goodie bag? (Ah)
I got you thinking ’bout it (Thinking ’bout it)
But if I throw you that
Be careful, you might catch a body (Oh)
What’s in my goodie bag? (Woo!)
Ooh, boy, it’s so hypnotic (So hypnotic, baby, yeah)
But if I throw you that
Be careful, you might catch a body

[Outro]
I want me an hot pink corvette
All my girls are Miami tans
Baccrat rouge on my neck
Got him hooked on every step
It ain’t nothing but that hot girl effect