CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : In My Bag
Chapo
Ayy, who the f**k said I was duckin' (Yeah, fah, taah, ayy)
Whole lot of pro tools and mags, these choppas got third party plug-ins (Plug-ins)
Ayy, I do sh*t anyways like a third grader who not 'posed to be cussin' (What, yeah)
We wetting that crib, make sure it don't function (Yeah)
You sipping on Teva, you might as well sip 'Tussin (Sip 'Tussin)
Five star d**k, she said this sh*t bussin'
Ayy, I'm in my bag, b*t*h, I be dead in it (I'm in my bag)
Modding the re-rock, putting some red in it
New snake skins, b*t*h I might as well shed in it
If we talking bread, I know n***as ain't getting in it (Ain't getting in it)
Like I know the answer, I'ma raise this arm
N***as from the 'burbs, they don't mean no harm
Took you on a lick, you couldn't stay calm (Pew, what you say?)
Bars in n***a, I can make a song
Your mans a rat and your b*t*h a mousе
Ayy, fit the baby Glock in the pouch (In the pouch)
This Glock should'vе been a realtor 'cause it make everyday a open house (Open house)
Choppa with a glitch on it, imma make sure that it Wreck it Ralph (Wreck it Ralph)
Your b*t*h said she don't suck d**k but when she with me, she open mouth (Yeah)
Lil Rino, you know how I bleed (Huh)
Came in this b*t*h with the .223 (Uh-huh)
Yeah, FMJ go through trees
We'll drop that pu**y n***a like a leaf ([?], blatt, yeah)
Yeah, n***a ain't taking my chain, try to take my chain, I'ma straight flip your a** (Uh-huh)
She know I want her brain and she want my fame, tell her, "I ain't into that" (Yeah, haha)
B*t*h, RIP Kaine, your boyfriend a lame, tell him I ain't feeling that (Yeah, haha, I ain't feeling that, uh-huh)
Yeah, driving this b*t*h insane, got a [?] (Brr, yeah, uh-huh)
I'm in a big Maybach, lil' Kan in the 'cat, I'm thinkin' 'bout going Track (Blatt, huh)
She know my pockets fat and her a** fat, I'm thinkin' 'bout hittin' that (Thinkin' like)
Huh, where is your money at? (Where is your money at?)
Yeah, he [?] Pontiac ([?] a Pontiac)
That n***as a maniac (That n***as a maniac)
And you gon' get [?]
I was broke, I ain't going back (I was broke, I ain't going back)
I wanted my Prada bag (I was up in my Prada bag)
Now I'm in my [problem bag?] (Now I'm in my [problem bag?])
Just run up, y'all thinkin' mad (Uh-huh, brr)
I wanted my Prada bag
Now I'm in my [problem bag?] (F**k you)
I was in my [?] bag (Yeah)
And I'm in my Prada bag
Ayy, who the f**k said I was duckin' (Yeah, fah, taah, ayy)
Whole lot of pro tools and mags, these choppas got third party plug-ins (Plug-ins)
Ayy, I do sh*t anyways like a third grader who not 'posed to be cussin' (What, yeah)
We wetting that crib, make sure it don't function (Yeah)
You sipping on Teva, you might as well sip 'Tussin (Sip 'Tussin)
Five star d**k, she said this sh*t bussin'
Ayy, I'm in my bag, b*t*h, I be dead in it (I'm in my bag)
Modding the re-rock, putting some red in it
New snake skins, b*t*h I might as well shed in it
If we talking bread, I know n***as ain't getting in it (Ain't getting in it)
Like I know the answer, I'ma raise this arm
N***as from the 'burbs, they don't mean no harm
Took you on a lick, you couldn't stay calm (Pew, what you say?)
Bars in n***a, I can make a song
Your mans a rat and your b*t*h a mousе
Ayy, fit the baby Glock in the pouch (In the pouch)
This Glock should'vе been a realtor 'cause it make everyday a open house (Open house)
Choppa with a glitch on it, imma make sure that it Wreck it Ralph (Wreck it Ralph)
Your b*t*h said she don't suck d**k but when she with me, she open mouth (Yeah)
Lil Rino, you know how I bleed (Huh)
Came in this b*t*h with the .223 (Uh-huh)
Yeah, FMJ go through trees
We'll drop that pu**y n***a like a leaf ([?], blatt, yeah)
Yeah, n***a ain't taking my chain, try to take my chain, I'ma straight flip your a** (Uh-huh)
She know I want her brain and she want my fame, tell her, "I ain't into that" (Yeah, haha)
B*t*h, RIP Kaine, your boyfriend a lame, tell him I ain't feeling that (Yeah, haha, I ain't feeling that, uh-huh)
Yeah, driving this b*t*h insane, got a [?] (Brr, yeah, uh-huh)
I'm in a big Maybach, lil' Kan in the 'cat, I'm thinkin' 'bout going Track (Blatt, huh)
She know my pockets fat and her a** fat, I'm thinkin' 'bout hittin' that (Thinkin' like)
Huh, where is your money at? (Where is your money at?)
Yeah, he [?] Pontiac ([?] a Pontiac)
That n***as a maniac (That n***as a maniac)
And you gon' get [?]
I was broke, I ain't going back (I was broke, I ain't going back)
I wanted my Prada bag (I was up in my Prada bag)
Now I'm in my [problem bag?] (Now I'm in my [problem bag?])
Just run up, y'all thinkin' mad (Uh-huh, brr)
I wanted my Prada bag
Now I'm in my [problem bag?] (F**k you)
I was in my [?] bag (Yeah)
And I'm in my Prada bag
