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yella beezy - in my bag lyrics

[intro]
yeah
i’m in my bag, in my bag, yeah
it’s yl on dem 808’s

[chorus]
i get cash and pop tags, and i stuff racks in my bag, yeah
brand new jag, it go fast, and i might just blow past, yeah
suit your scab and these cr-ps, throw that sh-t on my tab, yeah
these haters mad, they on act, don’t get in my feelings, i get in my bag, yeah
i’m in my bag, in my bag, i’m in my bag, in my bag, yeah
i’m in my bag, in my bag, i’m in my bag, in my bag, yeah
brand new jag, it go fast, and i might just blow past, yeah
these haters mad, they on act, don’t get in my feelings, i get in my bag, yeah

[verse 1]
i swear to god i cannot get in my feelings
jumped out a porsche and go run to them digits
n-gga i’m tryna come up on a milly
i am a general, sergeant, lieutenant
i run the people, i f-ck with they winnin’
all of my n-ggas, they hustle and go get it
mastered the art of my p’s, it’s exquisite
these diamonds is splendid, these rocks are tremendous
i cannot let up, no pressure, ain’t finished
i’ma set the record straight like i’m guinness
the judge tryna label a n-gga a menace
but i am not dennis but n-gga i’m with it
my gucci loafers, i ain’t served in a penny
i used to serve them folks up in the mission
i used to know that n-gga, heard that he snitchin’
say you’s a broke boy, you are not gettin’ it
my cars on offset, your b-tch, her mouth wet
break her back down and kick her out, yeah
b-tch i’m ’bout that, you not ’bout sh-t
he just all talk, he just got stretched
not gon’ f-ck ’round, i want all neck
work that head first then them b-lls next
b-tch i ball hard, i hit all net
if i ain’t bossed up then what you call that?

[verse 2]
these haters on act, in my bag like a crook
swervin’ my jag, do the dash, made ’em look
i show my -ss, got ’em mad, got ’em shook
whippin’ the crack, you would swear i’m a crook
n-gga just chopped up the work like a deli
talkin’ on my show, i pop at your heli
chop up the rocks in my watch is so heavy
shout out pimp block, hit my drop, leave it smelly
hit all my feelings like pac makavelli
get him up, i turn him, he is not ready
seal him up, i sip that lean to my belly
he is not really, no he is so scary
my bm like broner, i am a stoner
i smoke you n-ggas just like marijuana
i got too heated just like i’m a sauna
you n-ggas is p-ssy, can’t smell the aroma
talkin’ like b-tches, say hi like y’all jonas
i cannot give up, say i am too hungry
i’m at the top and this b-tch is not lonely
b-tch say i’m a dog so i’ma go bone her
she like that pound so i’ma go longer
i don’t eat -ss, say you got the wrong one
she gon’ scream look, the f-ck ’cause i’m on her
i’ma be down, the f-ck is you runnin’?

- yella beezy lyrics

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