CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Get In Yo Bag

True story
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, it’s ya boy JC (whoo)

Please get out ya feelings, get in yo bag
Boy go buy you somethin’ you never had
You out here like Raymond, you got it bad
Don’t ever let a hater make ya mad
Please get out ya feelings, get in yo bag, get in yo bag
Please get out ya feelings, get in yo bag, get in yo bag
Get in yo bag yeah

I made somethin’ outta nothin’
Now I’m eatin’, I gotta full stomach
Underrated, still beat the odds yeah
Kentucky Derby I won the races (yeah)
It was a rough road yeah
Full of potholes yeah
But I never folded
Three chains on me like Chico, Chico
I got the cheat codes, cheat codes
They trynna hate on the kid, cause I throw bands like free-throws
Video’d like Vevo; flex like Nino, Nino
They got they eye on me, like a peephole, peephole (yeah)
So what I look like worrying ‘bout the next man
I’m too busy runnin’ up a check man
I just bought the new Vette before it came out
And I can’t hear you hatin’ man it’s too loud