Correction Paroles Get In My Bag par Lil' Duke

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Now let me get in my bag
I'm stompin' my foot on the gas
Suckin' my dick and she gag
Screamin' and callin' me dad
I hate lames with a motherf*ckin' passion
On a highway in them foreigns
Doin' a hunnid and we smash it

Coutryboy comin' we taxin'
I'ma stay turned to the max
I used to sit on the packs
[?] we was sippin' on Act'
Rich nigga shit and we don't eat that green
She in the studio, eatin' on beans
[?] so fast and we live so relentless
I keep some racks on me like I play tennis
And I've got shooters in Dallas
Ballin' like Dirk, I'ma motherf*cking Maveric
I got a tip for you, stay your ass right out that motherf*ckin' alley
Leave your ass flat like a palette, Channel, I might do the balance
Foreign, cocaine, automatic
These niggas don't want no static
Dressin' in black like a Uber man
Act like a killer, than prove it then
Totin' that gun, better use it then
Shot and a shot back I shoot again
You don't know the [?]
Keep buyin' my bitches purses
Naggin' type bitches the worst
Maybach, I'm closing the curtain

I drop the ten reversed
I'm speakin' facts and it's worth it
Hoe done got caught and hurtin'
These niggas softer than [?]
Tryin'a run my rack into million
Just in my dreams and motherf*ckin' feelings
We don't intend to lose
Came to the show in a motherf*ckin' Bentley coupe
Better not play we get rid of you
Know I'ma make it and I got to [?]
I'm tryin'a do no more like that boy didn't do
I'm a bad boy and I need a bad girl
Give her the diamonds, I give her the world
Give her the dick, she wanna have my lil girl
Tote my bitch up, put her in Chanel
All these racks got my motherf*ckin' back ache
Bad bitch with me, now ask Ciera she know that
And they love me and my bag
My bitch keep flexin' and braggin'
I wrote my music with passion
We at the bank and we laughin'

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