In My Bag Lyrics - Fat Trel

Ooh ooh kill 'em 

Hahaha 

Ooh ooh kill 'em 

Ooh kill 'em 

Ooh kill 'em 

Tell these lil' niggas that the 22 fill 'em 

Bitch, I'm in my bag 

Bitch, I'm in my bag, you nah 

Sometimes I'm in my bag 

Bitch, I'm in my bag, you nah 

Bitch, I'm in my bag 

Bitch, I'm in my bag, you nah 

Sometimes I'm in my bag I ain't even brag, nah 

Ooh, killin' em, ooh, ooh, killin' em 

Fool think he smooth till that 32 hit 'em 

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Okay sometimes I like to wake up that Rolex on my right 

Sometimes I cop that act, I mix that shit with the sprite 

I do a liquor to my left with your stripper on my right 

And if gleetchi feelin' geetchi kiss that pussy goodnight 

Alright, sometimes I'm goin' ape shit, cop that bape shit to death 

Sometimes, I hit up soho cop it till it's none left, uh 

Sometimes you got them broads, but can't keep your broads in check 

Sometimes, you cop them airs, but I ain't wasting no breath 

Sometimes I take a flight, trips of trafficking white 

Sometimes I leave my wife and spend a night with my dyke 

Sometimes I sip Ciroc, Belair Rose with the ice 

Treat that pussy polite, sometimes I'm precise 

Sometimes I sip Ciroc that Belair Rose with ice 

Treat that pussy like fuck it, I know just what you like 

I know several bitches that do whatever for flight 

I just slide em to gleesh, don't tell 'em the price 

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Sometimes I smoke, sometimes I drink, sometimes I pop the pink 

I might wake up and go no shirt, I might just rock a mink 

Sometimes I wear my thirty, I'm like bitch, what the fuck you think? 

All we like is Franklin, Jacksons, Lincolns 

Sometimes I hit the simi and my whole team is stanky 

Sometimes I buy your bitches, sometimes's its just a trinket 

Sometimes I like 'em famous, er'thang stay in Vegas 

Bet yo lady fend that V, when I give her meat she thank me 

I like to take a bitch that like to wait a bit, fake 

And take a bit, feed her pills, shut her up, make her lay and take the dick 

Make her flick, sunset Indiana Pacers bitch 

Sometimes, I beat that pussy up, she call it Wonton 

I spend a long night, love it when she on top 

I beat that pussy up and then that 'mwah to that warm spot 

Say I hit it, hit it, don't stop, quit it, hit it, long time 

Bitch I hit it, hit it, don't stop, quit it, hit it, long time