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cam the artist - in my bag freestyle lyrics
[verse one]
i’m causing that havoc, man i couldn’t have it, i’m making a scene on the strip though
ya n-ggas be playing, ya n-ggas are actors, but guess ya stick to the script though
man i don’t say a word when it comes to these birds, get the order then i finna whip those
when the opps off the strip, man we moving them bricks, for a key all my goons finna flip those
all these blueprints im feeling like hov
4 in the morning right over the stove
i’m single, like i’m making stripper bands
f-ck b-tches, f-ck cuffing, f-ck flipagrams
i ain’t average, they calling me different
i ain’t basic, there’s really a difference
1225, man i’m gifted
i got lean, i got perks, man i’m lifted
automatic i’m letting the clip go
i’ll let that sh-t fly at ya whip bro
sh-t is popping, i’m calling it crisco
that clip got em dancing, it’s looking like disco
bread and mayo, i’m boutta go ham
ya just front for the book and the gram
i’m where the heart of the city at
my shooters send shots at ya fitted cap
that sh-t automatic, this sh-t is just tragic, get hit with the mop like a sweeper
you get caught in the ride, on the p-ssenger side, now you talking to god like a preacher
cause n-ggas was napping, they really was lacking, them n-ggas be yapping like teachers
boy ya girl with the sh-ts, she was giving me spits, man i’m done with that hoe, you can keep her
[verse two]
if my goons come ya way, i won’t wave em off
if they want all ya jewels, better take em off
and i’ll show you just how good the timing is
take ya watch then i ask em what time it is
that nina a thot, man i’m clapping it
hit em so fast n-gga don’t know what’s happening
hunnit thousand a day after trafficking
now my diamonds all black like an african
i’m worried bout riches, ain’t worried bout b-tches, i’m leaving them hoes in my rear view
i just smoked me a pound, got me high as a cloud, man that sh-t was so loud, i can’t hear you
i was up in the cuddy, that sh-t was so wet, that i swore that the kid was a scuba diver
girl and she fine, always hitting my line, tell her send me them nudes, let me scrutinize her
facetime my side, ima pull up inside, she gon come treat the kid like a uber driver
got 3 hours sleep, now i’m back on the road, if i don’t pop this pill, i’ll be super tired
i’m putting in work, like i’m covering shifts, i’m the cashier, the boss and the supervisor
tell em put on the beat, put on the heat, tell em stop drop and roll like the stu on fire
a n-gga don’t sleep, got me p-ssing out
won’t stop till the day that i’m cashing out
and when it comes down to the fashion bro
style is so clean, like i entered a fashion show
everyone dying, it’s devastating
n-ggas rather be thugs and uneducated
i ain’t high, word to mother i’m levitating
and i’m moving in silence, i’m meditating
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