Lyrics No Photos - Xavy Rusan

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I been all in my bag
You been all in my business
You be all in yo feelings
I been all in them trenches
I been all in my bag
You be all in my business
Know they notice me flexin'
Fit in all of my fitness
My chain dense and my head big
My top heavy, I let it down
See me shining they hatin' on me
They mean muggin', I let 'em down
She call me papi, I’m poppin' now
Hoes happy, I’m hoppin' out
Money talks, I’m the only thing that these broke boys should be talkin 'bout
They talkin' greasy, we eatin' healthy
We gettin' wealthy, you see the difference
Blew her back then I blew her off
She salty now, she can’t be the Mrs
My patnas country like cornbread
In the city plottin' on long bread
These niggas out here going broke tryna do the shit that they song said
I’m a once in a lifetime flex
Never leave life line sex
Hit her wit the night time text
Got no time to fight why stress?
I be drippin' baby
Fucks that I used to give missin' lately
They actin' iffy, he different ain’t he?
Hop in the coupe and we dippin' baby
Yeah the inside be lookin like chicken gravy
And my vision hazey
Know they hungry and hideous ride for my brother like Phineas
Finna go fill up a stash
I’m on a mission my palms just be itchin'
Man I can’t eem hold you it feel like a rash
I came with the funk like a hamper, uh, pampers
And all of these rappers been stealin' the sauce
I’ve just been winning man, I’m tryna get it man
It’s to the point I ain’t feelin' no loss
I been all in my bag
You been all in my business
You be all in yo feelings
I been all in them trenches
I been all in my bag
You be all in my business
Know they notice me flexin'
Fit in all of my fitness
Ocean under this dad hat
It ain’t me that you mad at
I ain’t trippin' bruh have that
Cause he don’t know I done had that
My bucket list got check marks
My denim pockets got stretch marks
My neighbors swear that I’m hustlin'
Like might as well bruh, fuck it then
I might whip around the city like a Uber
Got 'em watchin' me and my maneuvers
Why you cappin' bruh you not a shooter
She gon gimme brain think I got a tutor
I been too clean for the dirty looks
Piling paper thick as 30 books
Shawty fine as hell at 27, I can’t wait to see how 30 looks
I been outta pocket like loose change
Ride around like Bruce Wayne
Still hot as that blue flame
I might buy the block wit my boo thang
Yeah them squares in yo circle you outta shape
My city think that I got a cape
All of this smokin can’t get me a job but that’s just a risk that I gotta take
I’m a rockstar baby, feel like I’m chuck berry in my suede sperry
I’m a pop star baby, feel like I’m Steve Perry hittin' Halle Berrys
And it’s kinda scary all the power you got when you really be knowing yourself
Know that they cannot control me or hold me cause lately I barely got hold of
myself, shit
I been all in my bag
You been all in my business
You be all in yo feelings
I been all in them trenches
I been all in my bag
You be all in my business
Know they notice me flexin'
Fit in all of my fitness