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In the Bag

Track byMac Miller

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  • 2015.09.18
  • 4:35
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Driving in my car, Sunday afternoon, chillin' 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 (uhh) 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... Okay, 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 an 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? 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 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 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 (cop the whip) Drive up to your ex's crib And tell her she ain't shit (you 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 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! Aye, open up! Aye! Yea, that’s right Yea, aight. Nigga, these niggas got me fucked up Who? Who do I gotta call? Who? Yeah, nigga I’m fucked Oh we gonna take care of this right Listen to me, nigga can’t park the car Nigga can’t go to the store (Tell me about it) Nigga can’t, 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 Nigga I just got my Ls last week, but anyway You just got your license? Niggas pulled me over (yeah) asked me for my license and registration (right) I give ‘em my license and registration (As you should) And he got the nerve to tell me I smell like weed (Pshhh) Nigga you asked for my license and registration Of course I smell like weed, nigga I smoke weed!

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