Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In My Bag, artist - Devour. Date of issue: 25.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In My Bag |
| Yuh… aye yo I’m standing on my crib |
| Smokin On the food |
| Tryna figure out how to turn one into two |
| Keep my mind up on them dollar signs yeah I’m bout my loot |
| Give a fuck about a bitch and give two fucks about you |
| Now I’m ridin through the city and I’m ridin witcho main bitch |
| Hello mama got that A-1head and she can take dick when they try and kiss me |
| tell them bitches ion like that |
| Honestly I fuck em two times and send em right back, ain’t got no time for hoes |
| Yeah I’m bout my money, fuck I look like chasin you around ha ! |
| girl you funny |
| The way you females work is the reason ion trust you, you been witcho man for 8 |
| years and you just let me fuck you… |
| Man this shit is sad cuz I met the bitch today, maybe she in love cuz I gotta |
| have some facts |
| Or maybe she in love cuz she see I’m gettin paid |
| She want the best of both worlds I guess I’ll take the blame |
| Yeah I’m in my bag |
| Yeah they see I’m in my bag |
| Got the bitches yellin I’m the best they ever had |
| Ridin through the city keep a pistol on my lap |
| And I ain’t tryna talk if you ain’t talking bout the cash |
| Yeah I’m in my bag |
| Yeah they see I’m in my bag |
| Got the bitches yellin I’m the best they ever had |
| Ridin through the city keep a pistol on my lap |
| And I ain’t tryna talk if you ain’t talking bout the cash |
| About the money I thought I told you |
| I be really been gettin to it let me show you |
| No more baggin work, that shit is old boy |
| I’m busy countin 4K for 1 show boy |
| I’m putting on I gotta get it listen ion got no choice |
| Ain’t my fault that my music gets you b**** p**** moist |
| That jail time yeah that’s the shit we tryin to avoid |
| They tried to give me 10 years as a savage young boy |
| I had to switch shit up cuz my life was destroyed |
| I’m tryna get them M&M's like I am from Detroit |
| I trap shit they lock me up see that ain’t got no point |
| Cuz I done stashed more bricks in the wall than fucking Pink Floyd |
| I gotta get it got no choice |
| I be ridin wit them toys, back then cops and robbers |
| Now you doubt we hear dem noise |
| Keep a tool up on my waist |
| Give a fuck what you say |
| All I know is play these hoes |
| And all I know is get that cash |
| Yeah they see I’m in my bag |
| Got the bitches yellin I’m the best they ever had |
| Ridin through the city keep a pistol on my lap |
| And I ain’t tryna talk if you ain’t talking bout the cash |
| Yeah I’m in bag |
| Yeah they see I’m in my bag |
| Got the bitches yellin I’m the best they ever had |
| Ridin through the city keep a pistol on my lap |
| And I ain’t tryna talk if you ain’t talking bout the cash |