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in my bag - mecca - in my bag lyrics

i been in my bag f*cking on his b*tch cause i know that’s gone make him mad ain’t no need to brag cause i know he ain’t got more cash i stamped my hood on my chest so i don’t need no flag where that f*ck sh*t getting you taxed b*tch i’m up better check them stats whatever 4 bands on the stage when i’m on the block they call me baby shaq if i ever took something from you you was dumb for trying to get it back 13 inch boots 270 pounds standing on n*ggas necks we was just working on catching a l!ck everyday like it come with a check i put a n*gga under but i’m stevie wonder whenever n*ggas gеt stretched ain’t got no time for rеst bra got whole bunch of dawg no pets fishy n*ggas get wet if you owe me i’m here to collect money feel better then s*x i was suppose to be going to work after court guess who them b*tches then kept it took whatever 4 bands to get out the struggle most n*ggas don’t know it felt young n*gga just wanted to step now he stepping with a body up under his belt he made a profit going in n*ggas pockets now he act like he can’t do nothing else 30 on me like i’m steph the way the bra cutting that raw you would think he a chef i ain’t gone say i was that n*gga in high school but i wasn’t the n*gga to test chasing money i’m obsessed if i ain’t got the stick on me i ain’t fully dressed he might never get his corner back the way we intercept i was just watching my n*ggas get to it waiting for my turn cause i knew i had next i spend 100 gs on bro release before it go on my wrist or my neck i’m from 116th and forest b*tch and it always been like that if you really want to scr*p we can put down the strap and it always been like that it’s really whatever 4 bands if i get jammed and it come down to me for my mans ima lie on the stand my young n*gga say he confused cause he got that boy and that girl in his pants not fixing cable leave him unstable if we pull up i’m them vans if you in the streets you better think about the consequences in advance don’t be dummy and blow all yo money and get yo self stuck in the pin i got shot at 16 by a p*ssy ass n*gga i knew that was scared of these hands i watched my brother steal from my cousin mother made me not want to have friends couple n*ggas been here from the begin i know they gone ride to the end if paper was the problem most of my n*ggas a never be doing a bid we was slapping 30s up in rugars in sigs when n*ggas was smoking on mid if they went up under meal bed b*tch we all was going to feds free rome and bl**dy cause they ain’t never speak on none of sh*t that we did i got a daughter to play with so i am not playing about none my bread i hop right out my bag and put that sh*t right on yo mother f*cking head these n*ggas ain’t nothing like me they must of ran out of my type thread should of been working was trapping instead i run up a bag with no legs everybody getting fed i know i’m the hardest coming out my city but don’t n0body want to say it n*ggas be full of sh*t til we pull up with sticks and we fill em with led i ain’t faking to get in cause idk how to pretend i can only show you how i’m 100 percent coming from the land came from nothing made it out the struggle that’s why it’s whatever 4 bands

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