Get In My Bag Lyrics
[Intro]
Taurus
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
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 bitch is Arabian
Ayy, it's a Prada bill for my kids (My kids), they Chanel
I keep mints on top, not bitching (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 shit came with the millions, ain't beefing about these bitches
They f*cking 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 shit 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
[Chorus: Young Thug]
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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)
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