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louis duffle bag - la fenddi & sebca$hin lyrics

i’m in my bag
i’m in my bag
i’m in my bag
i’m in my bag
i’m in my bag lil b*tch
f*cking a bad lil b*tch
going too fast lil b*tch
better wear a mask lil b*tch
’cause i’m in my bag

i’m in my louis duffle bag
saw it the whole time coming
motherf*ckers better run from that
i making so much d*mn money
that i don’t gotta brag
so much money b*tch
i’m a lumberjack

so much money so much paper
i can’t even listen to haters
i’m stuck on the road and them hoes can’t get in
parked up in a big white benz
rocking vlone, i don’t need no friends
i don’t even make amends
y’all know what we be on
molly got me rolling and rolling again
swear that i’m tilted
score points like wilt did
my chain solid gold while
yours is just gildеd
hop in the booth
just to go k!ll it
trae young, atlanta
act like a villain
wе too d*mn icy
going to drop me a hundred
take a flight across the globe
we going to land in london
took a flight to d.r
know we got it bussin
feeling right enjoy the show
’cause the game is what we running

don’t get it twisted
we do it big in this b*tch
the price of my time couldn’t fit on the wrist
f*ck you mean, you know mateen
laundro aka mr. clean
mr. way they peeped me
when it was weeks with dirty sheets
sike
it’s an incredible amount of blue face bands on me
might cough on the mic
think i’m going to build me a throne made out of my stats
’cause i wanna feel like a ruler
then i might sit my rich ass down
you looking small like hasbulla
you got a big bag of air
and i got a big bag full of guala
b*tch, i’m a chicago bear
and you, p*ssies looking like koalas
catch me riding in impalas
purple like a balla
probably wouldn’t call her
put that on wallah
pull up on your b*tch say, h*llo
shorty booty bouncing like it was jello
smoking on backwoods and not a ‘rello
big bag like it’s holding a cello

she rocking a sundress it was yellow
i should’ve been wanting me a new medal
on wallah, on wallah, on wallah, on wallah
b*tch, i put that on wallah
b*tch, i put that on wallah

brand new benz it’s coming in
i put that hoe in a cullinan
if i see money i’m coming in
if i see racks then i’m coming in
oh sh*t
i just did it again
these hoes be f*cking for rent
b*tch, i wouldn’t pay you a cent
all you got busted nails and credit card debt
i pulled up in a brand new private jet
b*tch, i’m a giant so i said f*ck the jets
i can’t be saving no hoes i’m not clark kent
banco, tell ’em
i’m in my bag
i’m in my bag
i’m in my bag
i’m in my bag
i’m in my bag lil b*tch
f*cking a bad lil b*tch
going to fast lil b*tch
better wear a mask lil b*tch
’cause i’m in my bag

i’m in my louis duffle bag
saw it the whole time coming
motherf*ckers better run from that
i make so much d*mn money
that i don’t gotta brag
so much money b*tch
i’m a lumberjack

- la fenddi sebcahin lyrics

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