nelly j – up in my bag lyrics
in my bag
(intro ) zeta (sometimes i’m deep in my bag. these haters be making me laugh. these b+tches be making me mad. put my d+ck in her then call her a cab. she want me for lifey she wanna be wifey but i only use her for ass. cause why ?)
hook) i’m up in my bag. i’m up in my bag, f+ck on a b+tch then i call her a cab. i swear that b+tch know i’m the man. crushing the city with my double cups and the roof is let up while i’m swerving off xans. i don’t give a f+ck if that b+tch come then duck keep the sh+t tucked then i blam at his mans. sometimеs i’m deep in my bag. these haters bе making me laugh. these b+tches be making me mad put my d+ck in her then call her cab. she want me for lifey she wanna be wifey but i only use her for ass. shoot a movie like spike lee she ride me like trikeys but i can not pay for the gas
(verse 1 zeta)
i am not regular degular watch me post up at the grand food and cellular plaster my ass on a pedestal just to let muf+ckas know what i’m telling you cuz n+ggas been sitting here patiently waiting if it will not come to me b+tch i’m gone take it i pray to god every day that i make if i miss my shot then a n+gga gone face it zeta’s complexity too far from basic, all of my family know that i’m crazy i’m smoking dope to the face till i lazy if i gotta up it, this b+tch get to shaking i pray to god when i do you don’t make it i’m talking like doctors not seeing no patients, dressed in all black like a muf+cking haitian when i come attack leave your face on the pavement (gang!)
(hook) i’m up in my bag. i’m up in my bag, f+ck on a b+tch then i call her a cab. i swear that b+tch know i’m the man. crushing the city with my double cups and the roof is let up while i’m swerving off xans. i don’t give a f+ck if that b+tch come then duck keep the sh+t tucked then i blam at his mans. sometimes i’m deep in my bag. these haters be making me laugh. these b+tches be making me mad put my d+ck in her then call her cab. she want me for lifey she wanna be wifey but i only use her for ass. shoot a movie like spike lee she ride me like trikeys but i can not pay for the gas
(verse 2 nelly j)
i got these b+tches sad / i got they n+ggas all mad / i’m off a xan got my foot on the gas my n+gga i hope i don’t crash /sorry officer i swear i didn’t even look at the dash / i wasn’t good at math /but yea i knew how to add/
they hyped bout they lil drip but im drinking liters/they run at the mouth but they never will see us /and if they want beef, ima slash like the reaper / these tools with extensions are faster than cheatas/ got heat like a furnace we slide like a visa / red beam with one finger like my name is frieza/
keep me a pole if u n+ggas bold
wiping yo nose like u gotta cold
ain’t no corona i know that they mad /
water u say u better know that /
(hook) i’m up in my bag. i’m up in my bag, f+ck on a b+tch then i call her a cab. i swear that b+tch know i’m the man. crushing the city with my double cups and the roof is let up while i’m swerving off xans. don’t give a f+ck if that b+tch come then duck keep the sh+t tucked then i blam at his mans. sometimes i’m deep in my bag. these haters be making me laugh. these b+tches be making me mad put my d+ck in her then call her cab. she want me for lifey she wanna be wifey but i only use her for ass. shoot a movie like spike lee she ride me like trikeys but i can not pay for the gas
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