Billy Marchiafava - in my bag lyrics
[Billy Marchiafava - in my bag lyrics]
Flexing all on purpose, - and all my bitches bad
Running up a check, countin commas in my jag
Throwin all these racks I don't ever check the tag
All these haters mad cause I'm finally in my bag
Flexing all on purpose, - and all my bitches bad
Running up a check, countin commas in my jag
Throwin all these racks I don't ever check the tag
Run up the bag I'm an Athlete yuh
Talkin that shit don't impress me
Diamonds be dancing like backstreet
I gotcho girl in my backseat
Billy got drip like a faucet yuh
You had the sauce but you lost it
All of my cars exotic yuh
I'm witcho mom in the mosh pit
All these views got me feeling like a star
I'm blowin up that's why they say I'm going far
All my music slaps all yo music subpar
I don't even need to rap I just do this when bored
All these haters mad cause I'm finally in my bag
Flexing all on purpose, - and all my bitches bad
Running up a check, countin commas in my jag
Throwin all these racks I don't ever check the tag
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