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young manny - in my bag lyrics

[chorus]
i’m not the man of the year, or the man of my city
i’m the man to my fam and anyone who rides with me
in my bag, in my bag, in my bag, aye, aye aye
in my bag, in my bag, in my bag

[verse 1]
i let you talk sh+t so long cuz i’ll survive the hating
crucified for writing verses that belong on bible pages
so sick, what illness got me ailing and coughing?
thunder swings shango’s hammer put the nail in the coffin
beat k!ller and a threat rapping, mic thriller in a red jacket
young dripper don’t flex average, big stepper in the flesh flashing
love the rap art but if your a cappеr, i’ll make you casper
to thesе cats who act hard, i’m simba when he smacked scar
a lot rap bars talk money, don’t even have an accent
what you saying don’t make sense, you speaking pig latin
i should be out in cambridge for my way with this language
y’all perpetually bitter, i spit lyrical literature
study how my words rhyme like examinations
thoughts from girls’ thighs to world wide, i examine nations
done the cross examination, y’all pass bars like new attorneys
devilish charms with firearms satan couldn’t burn me
[chorus]
i’m not the man of the year, or the man of my city
i’m the man to my fam and anyone who rides with me
in my bag, in my bag, in my bag, aye, aye aye
in my bag, in my bag, in my bag
i’m not the man of the year, or the man of my city
i’m the man to my fam and anyone who rides with me
in my bag, in my bag, in my bag, aye, aye aye
in my bag, in my bag, in my bag

[verse 2]
my flow nuts, bout to blow up, watch the glow up, make the foes nuts
i party gnarly with bros, sl+ts, f+ckboys cucks
whether you is celibate or settle into your l+st
saint and sinners can join up, anyone free to show up
if you want smoke better roll up, just don’t be a poser
they want me parked in the back, like they did to rosa
now i’m in the front cuz y’all never owned up
to the hating, so i’m trying be banking like oprah
stacy dashing for fast passion, clueless about slow love
bunch of f+ckboys and girls unsure of how to grow up
i’m trying to grow old with someone who’ll last a life time
cuz a two dollar bill’s worth surpasses fine dimes
i’m too smart to be caught in baby momma bullsh+t
i’m on the road for gold, six rings on my bulls did
never spent a day in life, playing the popping cool kid
knew when momma gave me life, that’s n0body’s congruent
[chorus]
i’m not the man of the year, or the man of my city
i’m the man to my fam and anyone who rides with me
in my bag, in my bag, in my bag, aye, aye aye
in my bag, in my bag, in my bag

- young manny lyrics

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