Lyrics:
I need them palaces Shabazz
I can flip the bag
Bunky drop hits
Pull it out the stash
I be too lit
I be in my bag
She wanna be mine
I think Imma pass
Ducks all in a row, cheers my nigga go ahead and glow
Don't fuck with a menace nahh
Master P no limit (P!)
In the lab straight business ahh
Cook it up
I be all in my bag I be all in my bag
I be surprising myself shit it ain't even know I had
garbage niggas stay mad who gives a damn about trash
I
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
ICY
Mm-hmm, yeah
Ayy
Yeah, Saweetie got a bag right
I feel like I was Cleopatra in my past life
People tried to count me out, they clearly
contagious, just like Ron Isley
(What the hell is goin' on? Someone's sleepin' in my home)
Snoop to the DO, double G
Get in where you fit in, follow me
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
up on that crime scene, they might get you
My nigga, I know you used to wildin', but one thing
If they catch you, nigga, move in silence, don't say
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
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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
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
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
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