Correction Paroles Get in My Bag par Young Thug

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Uh, living in a big duffle bag
Ayy, got Raris, got Benz's, got revs
Yeah, like Top Golf, got hoes on the deck
I'm front block, now my b*t*h is Arabian
Ayy, it's a Prada bill for my kids (My kids), they Chanel
I keep mints on top, not b*t*hing (Man what?), they can tell
I invited her to Ruth Chris (What?), let her pick her out her own shelf (Yeah)
Let my brother go through the weed (What?) just to get his own dip (Woo)
This sh*t came with the millions, ain't beefing about these b*t*hes
They f**king everybody with exotic deals and
Tired of me preaching about these streets and he got killed therе
Tired of these leechеs just sitting 'round lookin' for peers and
Ran up some millions, I'm getting sh*t done in the hills
I put red bottom on heels
All this talk about fuzzy, I went Elliante on ears
Got it straight from my buzzing, then went top rope in the ribs
I ain't ducking no roaches, you cross the land, you get killed

Now get in my bag (Woo), I'm just getting my bag (Woo)
Get in my bag (Woo), I'm just getting my bag (Woo)
Get in my bag (Woo), I'm just getting my bag (Woo)
Get in my bag (Woo), I'm just getting my bag (Woo)
Get in my bag (Woo), I'm just getting my bag (Woo)
Just got Channel joints for a brag (Woo)
Sh*t 'bout to renaissance, who do that? (Woo)
Billionaire lunch, get in my bag (Woo)
Get in my bag (Woo), get in my bag (Woo)

Ayy, I can't be f**king these sl*ts (Woo)
My b*t*h drive a truck with a M on her b***
I'm bout to catch me a nut (Woo)
Whole world callin' me nothin' nuts
I just had fanned the sl*t'
I put that pimp on a step
Walkin' on cobble step
Let the calamari melt
Smokin' on loud, like I'm deaf (Woo, woo, ay, ay, ay)
I'm in my bag, Goyard
I'm 'bout to pull it, whole car
Right from the jet to the driver, it's about time I show y'all

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