Correction Paroles In My Bag (Remix) par Jaah SLT

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Fluss (I'm punchin' in), hahaha
Ooh, okay
No help, n***a (Woah), I'm straight (I'm straight)
Where it at? (Where it at?) On the way (On the way)
Pray to God every day we straight (We straight)
We go up (We go up), it don't stop (It don't stop)
Down the street, tell a n***a come cop (Come cop)
Blue lights, don't care, we don't stop (We don't stop)
I can't wait 'til we all at the top

(Huh, yeah) In my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah) In my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah) In my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah) In my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah) In my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah) In my bag right now and I'm chillin'
(Huh, yeah) In my bag right now and I'm chillin' (Fluss)
(Huh, yeah) In my bag right now and I'm chillin' (b*t*h)

Roll, roll it up, smoke it up, four-five
Cartier frames, got four eyes (Four)
Tied a hunnid bands like bow tie (On God)
Stunted for the hoes like four times (Four)
I'm in the back of the Bimmer (Mm)
I'm in the back of the Rolls (Yeah)
I done got hunnids and fifties on b*t*hes
Now I'm trickin' hoes
Everything I do dramatic (On God)
Paid for the verse I spent it in Magic
Just bought a purse and it carry that static (Huh)
That ain't my dog if he snitching and rattin'
I love a ho who get down and who ratchet
I got Balenci' all over the fabric
Sit in the front 'cause I carry the talent
Taking your b*t*h, if I want it, I have it (pu**y, huh)
Count the money, put it by the window (Count)
Payin' at the door, he ain't kinfolk (Huh)
Phone ring twice, yelled, "Ten-four" (Ugh)
Make a ho sick, yeah, sick ho (On God)
I gotta be in the front (Huh)
Yeah, that B stand for the bank, ho (Huh)
I got a b*t*h and a bankroll
This how the sh*t in the game go

I don't go back and forth with a b*t*h, she can have it
I'm a first-born f**k-up, sh*t's so tragic
Make sh*t disappear like a n***a do magic
And I got a couple Os fresh in, no taxin'
Work three-six-five and I'm still living fine
I don't like no books, that's a waste of my time
I don't like how she act, even though she a dime
With a face on ten, attitude on five
Like hold up, b*t*h, no, I'm not crazy
Talk to myself 'cause I know God hear me
Me against the world, can't no one change me
Yeah, we f**ked up, run up on we
Life be a b*t*h, never came up rich
Been with the same n***as and I swear they never switch
Got three times two, leave a n***a in a ditch
And I dress like a bum, man, I still kill a 'fit

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