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rel carter – in my bag lyrics

breezay: ask my n-gg-s about me, yeah, yea, yeah yeah
yeah, breezay, yeah yeah, whyteboy, yea yea. here we go, yo

breezay [chorus] : ask my n-gg-s about me
i’ont really brag for real
plug up the money counter, i’m in my bag forreal
f-ck up a check dummy, get yo -ss tagged forreal
sauce dripping from around the corner, i really drag for real

[verse 1] : pariis noel:
it’s a lot that’s weighing on me, keep it real, and say it homie
when ya hopeless, feeling homeless, all alone and really notice, all ya got is what ya boasting’, from, these dollars and you hoping, that it pay attention from these women just to lay it on me
not quite into tricking (not quite into tricking), i prefer it different (i prefer it different)
okay, wait i’m lying (okay, wait i’m lying), guess i’m constricted (constricted)
not ya average n-gg-, thinking different
speak on sh-t that you can get with
unlike all these other nitwits
on the road from rags to riches
i want a wristw-tch with no ticking
i want a new drop with the roof missing
i want a boombox with a new system
let it marinate, n-gg- all you do is listen
i’m the mortician, this silence
hang with them riots in silent
make enough noise just being quiet
shhhhhhh, couldn’t pick a better timing
where the deals at? i ain’t signing
i want a mil flat for the rhyming
if n-gg-s feel that, they gon buy in
i’m here to build plats, i’m being honest
taking my time, about watching my grind
hutch making my diamonds
my branding is climbing
i dine at the finest, i feel like you highness
i show no respect to the n-gg-s behind us, d-mn!

[chorus] breezay : ask my n-gg-s about me
i’ont really brag for real
plug up the money counter, i’m in my bag forreal
f-ck up a check dummy, get yo -ss tagged forreal
sauce dripping from around the corner, i really drag for real
ask my n-gg-s about me
i’ont really brag for real
plug up the money counter, i’m in my bag forreal
f-ck up a check dummy, get yo -ss tagged forreal
sauce dripping from around the corner, i really drag for real

[verse 2] whyteboy frazier: i said my plug different
and we club different
my money talk
so we fuss different
my nephew monkey
i go bananas
that’s too much swagger
and i don’t f-ck with rappers
f-ck it, im bout to drag on em, i ain’t gotta brag i get cash on em
if it’s war then i drop a bag on em and my youngin put a toe tag on em
i’m in ya city, you know that it’s litty
i only drink d’usse, don’t p-ss me no henny
i’m prince of zamunda i keep me a semi
she eat up the d-ck, while i play with the kitty
hard as a muhhf-cka i go ham!
new ton of weed just came in, call it cam
dodging federalies like a ram
plug in miami, dope came with a tan
me and bro up in wet w-ll–s, having conversations bout a couple milly
you know w-ssup, don’t act silly
i’m still ballin’ like bo diddley

[chorus: breezay] ask my n-gg-s about me
i’ont really brag for real
plug up the money counter, i’m in my bag forreal
f-ck up a check dummy, get yo -ss tagged forreal
sauce dripping from around the corner, i really drag for real
ask my n-gg-s about me
i’ont really brag for real
plug up the money counter, i’m in my bag forreal
f-ck up a check dummy, get yo -ss tagged forreal
sauce dripping from around the corner, i really drag for real

[verse 3: amir driver]
yeah
yup yup
hop in my bag like a new purchase
the drip is anointed, a new sermon
what i be preaching and what i be leaking
i step on the scene it is too perfect
b-tch, socks match my hoodie, hoodie coordinate with the rest of it
no reason ya b-tch be giving me f-ckey and sucky, yea you get the rest of it
this made in norfolk sh-t is high fashion, b-tch i wear it like its polo
black label sh-t at that, the ones that ain’t got the logo
kicking sh-t like a dojo, my youngins hopping out a volvo
only 3 work, but it’s a four door
still they hammers rose like minolo
whoa, whoa, whoa, n-gg- wait a minute
the drip is a pool ya b-tch laying in it
she work on the d-ck ain’t no playing with it
when they leave out the spot ima stay and get it
n-gg-, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up
no being broke we gon make a way
it’s either jug, a hustle or a flip, make a dollar in every way
[chorus: breezay] ask my n-gg-s about me
i’ont really brag for real
plug up the money counter, i’m in my bag forreal
f-ck up a check dummy, get yo -ss tagged forreal
sauce dripping from around the corner, i really drag for real

- rel carter lyrics

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