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in my bag - bobby shmurda & lougotcash lyrics

[pre*chorus}
i’m runnin’ with shooters
i’m in the cut and i’m coolin
n*ggas they made me do it
i made a hunnid at shows
b*tch i get paid to do it
you b*tches get f*cked for free
i never paid to do it
back in my bag for real
they jackin my swag for real
these n*ggas thought i was done
i got them mad for real
they know i’m paid for real
saint lauren shades for real
i’m bout to get on that p*ssy
until she beg for real
[chorus]
back in my bag for real
they jackin my swag for real
these n*ggas they mad for real
’cause they b*tches i had to k!ll
and they don’t gang for real
and thеy don’t bang for real
and they don’t get paid for rеal
see me you know them chains is real (grrr)

[verse 1] (lougotcash)
keep a .45 ‘cus i’m lit n*gga (grrr)
keep a draco with two sticks n*gga (grrr)
get a ride around with that shh* n*gga (grrr)
still ridin round with that shh* n*gga (grrr)

my b*tch blonde and she thick n*gga
i don’t stay calm ’bout sh*t n*gga
i don’t stay behind no b*tch n*ggas
i came home got rich n*ggas
i aim for game quit n*gga
stay ten toes ain’t snitch n*gga
go up north get big n*gga

still ridin round with that sh*t n*gga (grrr)
my pinkie ring a whole brick n*gga (grrr)
gotta couple keys on my wrist n*gga (grrr)
gotta spanish ‘ting in my whip n*gga
and my brother bringing that sh*t n*gga
whole clips n*gga, whole zips n*gga
i could front you some, but that’s it n*gga
be quick n*gga, don’t miss n*gga
i could put you down but don’t slip n*gga
don’t f*ck around with them b*tch n*ggas
no loose lifts, sink shifts, n*gga

[pre*chorus]
i’m runnin’ with shooters
i’m in the cut and i’m coolin
n*ggas they made me do it
i made a hunnid at shows
b*tch i get paid to do it
you b*tches get f*cked for free
i never paid to do it
back in my bag for real
they jackin my swag for real
these n*ggas thought i was done
i got them mad for real
they know i’m paid for real
saint lauren shades for real
i’m bout to get on that p*ssy
until she beg for real

[chorus]
back in my bag for real
they jackin my swag for real
these n*ggas they mad for real
’cause they b*tches i had to k!ll
and they don’t gang for real
and they don’t bang for real
and they don’t get paid for real
see me you know them chains is real
[bridge]
for a hood n*gga, they know i’m for somethin’ (grr)
you don’t inform me i’m clutchin’ (grr)
we was too fake with the wapp
mix the sprite with the tussin
i get like 20 a show
i don’t stress bout a hoe
bobby is my bro
he gon shoot he on parole
i done made a couple mills, got these b*tches in a days
brodie slidin over cars, like this sh*t back in the days
made a millie off of music, man i’m still stuck in my ways
man these n*ggas said they ooze, but my brodie he got grazed

- bobby shmurda lougotcash lyrics

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