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skinnyfromthe9 - hand in my bag lyrics

[chorus]
i put my hand in my bag (hey)
i put my hand in my bag (hey)
i put my hand in my bag (hey)
i put my hand in my bag (hey)
hold up (skrrt), spinning (skrrt)
spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
real n-gg-s in the building
winning, winning, winning, winning
i put my hand in my bag (hey)
i put my hand in my bag (hey)
i put my hand in my bag (hey)
i put my hand in my bag (hey)
hold up (skrrt), spinning (skrrt)
spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning
real n-gg-s in the building
winning, winning, winning, winning

[verse]
i put my hand in my bag, i know these n-gg-s is mad
my b-tch is looking too bad, we just keep popping these tags
they keep on calling my phone, last year i ain’t have a home
now i got b-tches on b-tches on b-tches on b-tches on b-tches, i do what i want
sit on the throne, i am a king, baby, i’m gone
try to catch up with a n-gg-, but it’s not gon’ happen ’cause, baby, i wanna be ‘lone
too much drip, too much drip when i walk through
and my rollie looking icy, i got hunnids, yeah, they blue
now when i go to the club, these b-tches they wanna f-ck
this sh-t too easy, i swear, i’ma k!ll it, i’ma k!ll it this year
yeah, you know the villain is here, yeah, i ain’t got nothing to fear
yeah, get the f-ck out of my bag ’cause i ain’t got i ain’t got nothing to share

[pre-chorus]
i put my hand in my bag, i put my hand on her -ss
i told her give me a dance, then she pulled all on my pants
and she finessed all my bands, told her go out to the van
’cause i gotta go, i gotta go, i gotta go, yeah

[verse 2]
winning, winning, winning, winning
money stacking to the ceilings, yeah, ah
shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it, yeah, whoa
i just wanna see you naked
yeah, whoa, i don’t know why they been hating on me
i don’t know car drive, i got too many foreigns inside
all i know is these dollar signs, i got b-tches, yeah, they hit my line
i don’t wanna ride and waste no time, gotta get it, gotta get it, no crime
they know it’s us, bentley truck, too many b-tches, they loving up
gotta look good for the camera, i know these n-gg-s they mad at us
dying hard, it’s a jersey, i know these n-gg-s they heard me
pull up i’m making them nervous, i got something that’s gon’ hurt ’em
look at her wrist, look at her neck, look at my fit, cost me a girp
you ain’t got money, so why is you hating, my n-gg-? just get off my d-ck

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