Lyrics:
All my dawgs no I’m heaven sent pick of the litter
They let us get the weapon in ain’t to give it to women
Get the bag Flip the bag
Doin numbers digi
I'm with YBN, whippin' the key
Jump in the whip with the bag in it Pour a bitch and she match with it
Money up, so the swag different Blue face with my
gotta say this my lad:
You're the top! You're Mahatma Ghandi.
You're the top! You're Napolean brandy.
You're the purple light of a summer night in
gotta say this my lad:
You're the top! You're Mahatma Ghandi.
You're the top! You're Napolean brandy.
You're the purple light of a summer night in
gotta say this my lad:
You're the top! You're Mahatma Ghandi.
You're the top! You're Napolean brandy.
You're the purple light of a summer night in
gotta say this my lad:
You're the top! You're Mahatma Ghandi.
You're the top! You're Napolean brandy.
You're the purple light of a summer night in
bag
Do you copy that
Roger, roger
I'm Johnny Cash
I'm the man in black
I got cigarette burns all over my wrist
Because I fucked the population
With
get it back, yeah
You stay by yo block
But you won't buy yo block
Get the bag, Protect the bag, Yeah
Get the bag, Get the strap, Yeah
You stay on yo
Summer growing in my fields
CBD for the kids
Get a paycheck popping
Celebrating in the VIP
Woo
Steady focus
Dropping notice
We ain't waiting for the slacks
in mind
So, I made up my rhyme
I just
Stumble step, I
Stumble step, I
Stumble step
Stumble step, I
Bag gotta get the bag
Gotta get the bag
Stumble
mind
I think I'm at my prime
Shit I can't ignore the signs
I been in the streets for years
I won't drop a dime
Stopped chasing a bag felt it a come in
Ehi yeah yeah I put a bag in my dreams
I put a bag in my dreams
I put a bag and I leave
I've got a bag of some lean
I got a bag of them things
I
the coop
I'm sorry I hurt you
Forgot principles
Dont know what you saying
I hopped in the booth
Got hooked onto usher
And called you my boo
If you try
I ball like a disco
15's in the Bentley, bass hit hard like the Klitschko's
Wrist glow, my bitch know I'm bipolar
Half Gandhi, half schitzo but my
Yeah
Ya ya ya ya
What, yeah
Yeah yeah
Shawty work
Get on my nerves
She’s in my head I need to kick her to the curb
What you worth
Feelings hurt
I
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
the back of the apartment where they be selling ganja,
but beware of the AK held by HM Thomas,
son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old
you, boo
I also hope that you don't see through
This cleverly constructed ruse
Designed by a marketing team
Cashing in on puberty and low self-esteem
the rules my nigga I'm playing
By the facts And the only thing I want my nigga is a fucking big
Ol fucking bag Did this shit my nigga I'm pushing P like
My
My feet on the table I'm comfy and shit
Kidd dip nigga I'm back in this bitch
Tell yo nigga to pack up his shit
Cause the man of the house up in here
Yeah
Right
Usher baby, okay
Yeah man, right
There goes my baby
(Ooh girl, look at you)
You don't know how, good, it
Feels to call you my
"In My Bag" It
Was his first real regional hit
He made a music video for the song and
Even worried briefly that
He couldn't top it's success it
Led
try
I done weeped a lil bit
Understand that I cry
I can't just sit around and just let my life past me by
I need a bag
I won't stop till i get it
he lay
Im in the streets like everyday
My cousin pop pills like everyday
My other lil partna just lost his life the other day yea to gun play
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