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the godfather - i'm in my bag lyrics

[intro]
yeah
you know what the f_ck goin’ on, n_gga
you better charge the f_ck up, n_gga
(rado)

[verse]
i’ve been runnin’ up this pape’, i ain’t have enough
n_ggas out here f_cked up, they ain’t havin’ nothin’
bet i shoot this bullet at him, it’s gon’ make him duck (yeah)
all i do is pull out blues, she gon’ wanna f_ck me (yeah)
know it’s good, walked in, i seen bro’nem in the cut
when this pistol on your ass, don’t move, just give it up
in the opps’ hood gettin’ head, smokin’ weed, bangin’ time up
f_ck around and shoot up your car or get behind us (yeah)
the flash on the glock too bright, this b_tch’ll blind you
in miami, i’m chillin’ with jamaicans smokin’ ganja
i’ve been a thug, think i really got it from my mama, b_tch, i’ve been a problem
i’m in the ‘cat doin’ donuts, i can’t еven stop it (skrr)
i’ve been hustlin’ all day, then count up thе profit
b_tches out here sellin’ p_ssy, you can’t even knock ’em
if i fall off today, i know my brother got me
i’m connected to the plug, n_gga, i’m the socket
i could sell you anything, i probably got molly (what you want?)
free my n_ggas doin’ life, they really catchin’ bodies (free my n_ggas)
if you think i ain’t a gangster, better ask somebody (you better ask)
really’ll stash your body, you ain’t see the last two bodies?
blackin’ out, wake up fightin’ demons in the party
knew the game was over, we blew n_ggas out before we started
on the plane gettin’ high, sippin’ lean before departure
told her, “bend that ass over, show me what your mama taught ya”
early morning, i pour lean in my cup, f_ck some coffee
opps say they shot me, these n_ggas confused, they lost me
f_ck around and take the card in the store past the embosser
all the pros that i make put on your head and get you off with it (boy)
i’m self_made, you b_tch_made, i’m a boss, n_gga (real)
if you slip, i take your life, i’m the grim reaper
shot his ass, he caught the holy ghost, the chop preachin’, n_gga
never fallin’ off, i gotta stack and plan for every season
n_gga owe me for some pape’, said it’s good, told him keep it
finna send my hitter, he gon’ leave his head on the cement
we ain’t goin’ on no date, lil’ baby, whip these pieces
other b_tch, i’ma stuff her with blues, send her to cleveland
man, y’all lil’ n_ggas been hatin’ for a minute, thought i ain’t peep it
gun his ass down in front of the neighbors, don’t care who see it
tryna make it out the hood, sh_t, my people really need me
i’m just tryna get a deal for real, tired of the street sh_t
the way the racks sink into my pocket, ten repeat it
got some extra sh_t connected to the glock, shoot on your defense
she left you, started f_ckin’ with me, you got a freaky b_tch
she keep grabbin’ on the 30, she think it’s my d_ck
pull up shootin’ n_ggas by myself, everybody got hit
my brother died, ain’t tryna cry, i’m tryna drop some sh_t
free my n_gga dae, you know it’s still f_ck the opposite
you think this b_tch got a stutter problem how the chopper spit

- the godfather

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