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up in my bag - nelly j lyrics

in my bag
(intro ) zeta (sometimes i’m deep in my bag. these haters be making me laugh. these b*tches be making me mad. put my d*ck in her then call her a cab. she want me for lifey she wanna be wifey but i only use her for ass. cause why ?)

hook) i’m up in my bag. i’m up in my bag, f*ck on a b*tch then i call her a cab. i swear that b*tch know i’m the man. crushing the city with my double cups and the roof is let up while i’m swerving off xans. i don’t give a f*ck if that b*tch come then duck keep the sh*t tucked then i blam at his mans. sometimеs i’m deep in my bag. these haters bе making me laugh. these b*tches be making me mad put my d*ck in her then call her cab. she want me for lifey she wanna be wifey but i only use her for ass. shoot a movie like spike lee she ride me like trikeys but i can not pay for the gas

(verse 1 zeta)

i am not regular degular watch me post up at the grand food and cellular plaster my ass on a pedestal just to let muf*ckas know what i’m telling you cuz n*ggas been sitting here patiently waiting if it will not come to me b*tch i’m gone take it i pray to god every day that i make if i miss my shot then a n*gga gone face it zeta’s complexity too far from basic, all of my family know that i’m crazy i’m smoking dope to the face till i lazy if i gotta up it, this b*tch get to shaking i pray to god when i do you don’t make it i’m talking like doctors not seeing no patients, dressed in all black like a muf*cking haitian when i come attack leave your face on the pavement (gang!)

(hook) i’m up in my bag. i’m up in my bag, f*ck on a b*tch then i call her a cab. i swear that b*tch know i’m the man. crushing the city with my double cups and the roof is let up while i’m swerving off xans. i don’t give a f*ck if that b*tch come then duck keep the sh*t tucked then i blam at his mans. sometimes i’m deep in my bag. these haters be making me laugh. these b*tches be making me mad put my d*ck in her then call her cab. she want me for lifey she wanna be wifey but i only use her for ass. shoot a movie like spike lee she ride me like trikeys but i can not pay for the gas

(verse 2 nelly j)
i got these b*tches sad / i got they n*ggas all mad / i’m off a xan got my foot on the gas my n*gga i hope i don’t crash /sorry officer i swear i didn’t even look at the dash / i wasn’t good at math /but yea i knew how to add/
they hyped bout they lil drip but im drinking liters/they run at the mouth but they never will see us /and if they want beef, ima slash like the reaper / these tools with extensions are faster than cheatas/ got heat like a furnace we slide like a visa / red beam with one finger like my name is frieza/
keep me a pole if u n*ggas bold
wiping yo nose like u gotta cold
ain’t no corona i know that they mad /
water u say u better know that /

(hook) i’m up in my bag. i’m up in my bag, f*ck on a b*tch then i call her a cab. i swear that b*tch know i’m the man. crushing the city with my double cups and the roof is let up while i’m swerving off xans. don’t give a f*ck if that b*tch come then duck keep the sh*t tucked then i blam at his mans. sometimes i’m deep in my bag. these haters be making me laugh. these b*tches be making me mad put my d*ck in her then call her cab. she want me for lifey she wanna be wifey but i only use her for ass. shoot a movie like spike lee she ride me like trikeys but i can not pay for the gas

- nelly j lyrics

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