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letra de deep in my bag - luh tyler & ytb fatt

[intro: luh tyler & ytb fatt]
(d-mn, kai, you goin’ crazy)
skii
(tahj money)
yeah, woo
skii, skii, skii, skii, skii
n-gga, yeah
ugh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[chorus: luh tyler]
yeah, n-gga, come through smellin’ like loud (like loud)
jumped so deep in my godd-mn bag, i don’t even think i can jump out (on god)
i got a blunt rolled full of that gas, n-gga, gettin’ high in the clouds (i’m gone)
i’m puttin’ on for the godd-mn city, n-gga, i know mama proud (yeah, yeah)
yeah, we done came way too far, n-gga, ain’t no stoppin’ now (yeah)
i’ma just keep grindin’ sh-t ’til a hundred m’s in the bank account (hundred m’s)
all them n-ggas who doubted the kid lookin’ like a godd-mn clown, n-gga (godd-mn clown)
they just wanna be ’round the kid ’cause i’m rich, i was broke, they ain’t never come around, yeah (ain’t never comе around)

[verse 1: luh tyler]
tell me how this sound, n-gga be hatin’ on thе kid but he wanna be like me (like me)
feel like elvis, since a n-gga got rich, all these hoes just wanna be wifey
n-ggas don’t want me to pop my sh-t, i’ma just do it like nike (yeah)
put on my jewelry, a n-gga start freezin’, the sh-t so godd-mn icy
(ooh) n-gga, the zaza hittin’ like tyson (d-mn)
yeah, all the yns with me all got a gun, and they all got sheistys
yeah, tryna use me for money, only reason n-ggas wanna get by me (yeah, yeah)
n-gga, better watch out for the snakes in the grass, man, i hope they don’t bite me
[chorus: luh tyler & ytb fatt]
yeah, n-gga, come through smellin’ like loud (like loud)
jumped so deep in my godd-mn bag, i don’t even think i can jump out (n-gga)
i got a blunt rolled full of that gas, n-gga, gettin’ high in the clouds (hoo)
i’m puttin’ on for the godd-mn city, n-gga, i know mama proud (proud)
yeah, we done came way too far, n-gga, ain’t no stoppin’ now (yeah)
i’ma just keep grindin’ sh-t ’til a hundred m’s in the bank account (yeah)
all them n-ggas who doubted the kid lookin’ like a godd-mn clown, n-gga
they just wanna be ’round the kid ’cause i’m rich, i was broke, they ain’t never come around (uh, uh)

[verse 2: ytb fatt]
they didn’t wanna hit my phone when i ain’t have it
i text back, “suck a d-ck” now (hoo)
he got knocked, f-cked his b-tch, bought a fur
she was blind, now she can see now (uh)
in a f-ckin’ ferrari with the pimpin’ (hoo)
wide-body demon, call her tiffany (vroom)
rose gold my wrist, ears and pendant
i told her shut the f-ck up and listen (hoo)
i ain’t f-ckin’ with none of you n-ggas
i ain’t linkin’ with none of you b-tches
i told tyler hundred m’s ain’t sh-t
when you’re young and rich, just gotta scope for a billion
told my n-gga one car ain’t sh-t
how many cars you got? five double digits
told my n-gga one broad ain’t sh-t
get a bunch of b-tches, i was taught from the pimpin’
shoot him headshot, no trippin’ (uh)
b-tch whippin’ grits in the kitchen (uh)
found a couple f-ckin’ m’s this year
i got a russian ho feedin’ me spinach (hoo)
model ho work me out, i might let her
she got abs, thick ass and nice br–sts
f-ck the other side, tryna tell you
every time a n-gga played, they learned their lesson
[chorus: luh tyler & ytb fatt]
yeah, n-gga, (uh, rest in heaven) come through smellin’ like loud (skii)
jumped so deep in my godd-mn bag, i don’t even think i can jump out (yeah)
i got a blunt rolled full of that gas, n-gga, gettin’ high in the clouds (clouds)
i’m puttin’ on for the godd-mn city, n-gga, i know mama proud (proud)
yeah, we done came way too far, n-gga, ain’t no stoppin’ now (on god)
i’ma just keep grindin’ sh-t ’til a hundred m’s in the bank account (yeah)
all them n-ggas who doubted the kid lookin’ like a godd-mn clown, n-gga (d-mn clown)
they just wanna be ’round the kid ’cause i’m rich, i was broke, they ain’t never come around, yeah (never come around)

[outro: luh tyler]
yeah, they ain’t never come around
they just wanna be ’round the kid ’cause i’m rich, i was broke, they ain’t never come around
yeah
skii

- luh tyler ytb fatt

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