In My Bag Jaah Slt Lyrics – Jah $pready


In My Bag Jaah Slt Lyrics” aka In My Bag by Jah $pready Produced by Feezie Production

Race To The Cash And I’m Zoom in

Niggas Is Fake, Who They Foolin’

Stay To Myself, I Be Coolin’

Jump Out The Whip And I’m Shootin

fu*k On A Thot And She Cuban

Everyday I Am Improving

I’m In My Bag, I’m Not Losing

That Money Is What I’m Pursuing

di*k In Her Tooth Like A Cavity

Smokin Moon Rock I Lost Gravity

Gotta Watch Out For My Enemies

I Cannot Let That Shit Get To Me

Strap On My Waist, It Hold 30 (30)

She’s Suckin’ Me Like A McFlurry (like a McFlurry)

Dior Shades, My Vision Blurry (it’s blurry)

I Shoot, I Got Range Like Curry (splash)

When I Pull Up, You Better Take Caution

Put A Hole In His Head, He A Dolphin

Drop A Nigga, His Body Is Fallin’ (falling)

Then We Lay His Ass In The Coffin

I’ma Pull Up On His Block (on his block)

I’ma Go Catch Me An Opp (catch me an opp)

I’ma Be Sending Them Shots (sending them shots)

I Do Not fu*k With The Cops (with the cops)

My Money Never Do Flops (never do flops)

And I’m Finna Shoot Till He Drop (shoot till he drop)

Young Nigga Just Run Up That Guap (run up that guap)

Don’t Think That I’ll Ever Stop (I won’t stop)

My Money Never Do Flops (never do flops)

And I’m Finna Shoot Till He Drop (shoot till he drops)

Young Nigga Just Run Up That Guap (run-up that gap)

Don’t Think That I’ll Ever Stop (I won’t stop)

Race To The Cash And I’m Zoom in

Niggas Is Fake, Who They Foolin’

Stay To Myself, I Be Coolin’

Jump Out The Whip And I’m Shootin

fu*k On A Thot And She Cuban

Everyday I Am Improving

I’m In My Bag, I’m Not Losing

That Money Is What I’m Pursuing

Take That Nigga Bitch, Yeah I Got Em Real Sick

Shawty She A Lil Freak, Got Her Suckin’ On My di*k

I Got Racks In My Pockets So My Jeans Barely Fit

I Be Thumbin’ Through These Hunnids While I’m Playing With Her Clit

Niggas Talkin’ Out They Mouth Like I Won’t Get Him Hit

All These Niggas Throwin’ Up Like They Really With The Shits

And My Glock Shoot Like BlocBoy, You See The Way It Kick

Shawty Suck The Soul Out Me, You Would Think She A Tick

Met A Bitch Named Kelly

Take Her To The Telly

Next Thing You Know, I’m All In Her Belly

I’m Makin Her Moan

She’s Giving Me Dome

I Kick The Bitch Out, Ain’t Taking Her Home

I Got The Drip, My Money Do Flip

I Hopped In, It Feels Like I’m In A Spaceship

Ain’t Ask For No Help, Did This On My Own

That Gas We Be Smoking, That Be My Cologne

Race To The Cash And I’m Zoom in

Niggas Is Fake, Who They Foolin’ (who they fooling)

Stay To Myself, I Be Coolin’ (I will be coolin)

Jump Out The Whip And I’m Shooting, (and I’m shooting)

fu*k On A Thot And She Cuban

Everyday I Am Improving, (I am improving)

I’m In My Bag, I’m Not Losing (I am not losing)

That Money Is What I’m Pursuing (that’s what I’m pursuing)

   


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