Songtexte Deep In My Bag (feat. YTB Fatt) - Luh Tyler
Nigga, come through smelling like loud jumped so deep in my
Got damn bag I don't even think I can jump out
I got a blunt rolled full of that gas I'm getting high
In the clouds I'm putting on for the got damn city
Nigga I know momma proud
We done came way too far nigga ain't no stopping now
I'm gonna just keep on grinding and shit till hundred Ms
In the bank account all them niggas who doubted the kid
Looking like a got damn clown they just wanna be round
The kid cause I'm rich I was broke they ain't never come round
Tell me how this sound nigga be hating on the kid
But he wanna be like me feel like ever since a nigga
Got rich all these hoes just wanna be wifey
Niggas don't want me to pop my shit I'm gonna just do it
Like Nike put on my jewelry nigga start freezing
This shit so got damn icy
Nigga the za za hitting like Tyson yeah all the YNs
With me all got a gun and they all got shiestys
Trying to use me for money only reason niggas
Wanna get by me nigga gotta watch out for the snakes
In the grass man I hope they don't bite me yeah
Nigga, come through smelling like loud jumped so deep in my
Got damn bag I don't even think I can jump out
I got a blunt rolled full of that gas I'm getting high
In the clouds I'm putting on for the got damn city
Nigga I know momma proud
We done came way too far nigga ain't no stopping now
I'm gonna just keep on grinding and shit till hundred Ms
In the bank account all them niggas who doubted the kid
Looking like a got damn clown they just wanna be round
The kid cause I'm rich I was broke they ain't never come round
They ain't wanna hit my phone I ain't have it
I text back suck a dick now he got knocked for the bitch
About to fox she was blind now she can see now
In a fucking Ferrari with the pimping wide body demon
Color Tiffany rose gold my ears wrist and pendant
I told her shut the fuck up and listen
I ain't fucking with none of you niggas
I ain't linking with none of you bitches
I told Tyler hundred Ms ain't shit we the young and richest
Gotta score for a billion told my nigga one car ain't shit
How many cars you got Fatt double digits
Told my nigga one broad ain't shit get a bunch of bitches
I was taught from the pimping shoot them headshot no tripping
Bitch whipping grits in the kitchen made a couple fucking Ms
This year I got a Russian hoe feeding me spinach
Model hoe work me out I might let her
She got abs thick ass and nice breasts
Fuck the other side I'm trying to tell you
Every time a nigga played they learned they lesson
Rest in heaven come through smelling like loud
Jumped so deep in my got damn bag
I don't even think I can jump out
I got a blunt rolled full of that gas I'm getting high
In the clouds I'm putting on for the got damn city
Nigga I know momma proud
We done came way too far nigga ain't no stopping now
I'm gonna just keep on grinding and shit till hundred Ms
In the bank account all them niggas who doubted the kid
Looking like a got damn clown they just wanna be round
The kid cause I'm rich I was broke they ain't never come round
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