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In The Bag
(专辑: GO:OD AM - 2015)
[Mac Miller & Domo Genesis:] Driving in the
car, Sunday afternoon, chilling Who is coming up to my car? What? I
know niggas think you white And you not 'bout to go in with these bars, my nigga (Uh) But that is not the
truth (Okay) Word to God, I
take another shot of Hennessy If you don't go in right now I
need your fade right now, bruh What the
fu— [Mac Miller & Juicy J:] Okay (Yeah), okay Yeah, the
hustle continues, man Okay, yeah You's a
wild motherfucker, Mac So this the
music that made white people mad Make 'em mad Yeah, this the
shit to blow your speakers out This the
shit you dream about You can have the
world, it's up for grabs Up for grabs Leave with everything, 'cause everything is in the
bag In the
bag When I
was younger, I
was just a
little wild motherfucker Tryna be like all the
people on the
television They had all the
bitches that I
wanted All the
cars and all the
extras Anything money could buy, they was spending millions (Cash) I
was tryna get to pimping I
was tryna blow up, talking demolition That boy got the
devil in him, swear he need a
exorcism I'm all by myself, got no competition Keep it real in a
world that's filled with politicians You want to talk about your problems? Don't you wish the
life you lived was motherfucking awesome? Don't you wish you had all the
pussy? Too much money you could spend? So you could get away and never see your shitty life again? So this the
music that made white people mad Make 'em mad Yeah, this the
shit to blow your speakers out This the
shit you dream about You can have the
world, it's up for grabs Up for grabs Leave with everything, 'cause everything is in the
bag In the
bag [ScHoolboy Q
& Mac Miller:] And we never done with this shit, here we come with that shit I
ain't stressing, I
ain't worried 'bout nothing, don't trip It's amazing all the
shit that I
be coming up with Shit is real, tell 'em chill, keep on bumping my shit [Mac Miller & Juicy J:] Yeah, all my life I
been a
fuck up, never did anything right That's why everyday I'm fucked up My mom pray to Jesus Christ (Jesus Christ) Asking somebody to save me (Somebody save that boy) But I'm way too motherfucking crazy (No one can save that boy) Yeah, all the
kids is doing drugs (Drugs) They just want to break the
law and find someone to fuck (They wanna find someone to fuck) Yeah, nobody doing as they told (Little bad ass kids) Yeah, everyone out of control (Fuck it, that's just how it is) I'm self made, dream came true, I'm a
miracle Every time I
put my dick inside a
bitch, it's spiritual (It's holy) Got the
whip that say "wealthy" on my steering wheel (Brand new car) Brand new model bitch made me waffles and some cereal That's what I
call a
good morning Your mom work an extra job just to get you Jordans Just so you could show up at your school looking fresh, saying "I don't know 'bout you, but me, I'm important" I'm so gorgeous You got money in your pocket, you the
shit (You the
shit) You got everything you want And bitches on your dick (On your dick) Yeah, a
couple grand got you feeling like the
man Everybody walking tall 'til they trip They just cut the
check You had to go and cop the
whip (You cop a
whip) Drive up to your ex's crib And tell her she ain't shit (She ain't shit) There's just something about the
money Make a
motherfucker crazy When I
die, bury me in my Mercedes, God damn So this the
music that made white people mad Make 'em mad Yeah, this the
shit to blow your speakers out This the
shit you dream about You can have the
world, it's up for grabs Up for grabs Leave with everything, 'cause everything is in the
bag In the
bag [ScHoolboy Q
& Mac Miller:] And we never done with this shit, here we come with that shit I
ain't stressing, I
ain't worried 'bout nothing, don't trip It's amazing all the
shit that I
be coming up with Shit is real, tell 'em chill, keep on bumping my shit Bumping my shit Bumping my shit Bumping my shit Bumping my shit Coming! Ayy, open up! Ayy! Yeah, that's right Yeah, a'ight (Quincy, hi!) Nigga, these niggas got me fucked up Who?! Who do I
gotta call?! Who?! Yeah, they got m—, yeah, nigga, I'm fu— (Oh, we gonna take care of this right—) Listen to me, nigga can't park the
car Nigga can't go to the
store, nigga can't— (Tell me about it) Nigga can't text his homie on the
phone no more I
didn't talk about nigga, that's the
ticket (Well, that is dangerous) I'm like, "Nigga, I
just got my L's last week," but anyway (You just got your license?) The
niggas pulled me over (Yeah), asked me for my license and registration (Right) I
give 'em my license and registration (As you should) Then he got the
nerve to tell me I
smell like weed (Pshh) Nigga, you asked for my license and registration Of course I
smell like weed, nigga, I
smoke weed!
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