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In the Bag

Mac Miller

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In the Bag

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So this the music that made white people madYeah, this the shit to blow your speakers outThis the shit you dream aboutYou can have the world, it's up for grabsLeave with everything 'cause everything is in the bagWhen I was younger, I was just a little wild motherfuckerTryna be like all the people on televisionThey had all the bitches that I wantedall the cars and all the extrasAnything money could buy, they was spending millionsI was tryna get to pimpingI was tryna blow up talking demolitionThat boy got the devil in him, swear he need a exorcismI'm all by myself, got no competitionKeep it real in a world that's filled with politiciansYou want to talk about your problemsDon't you wish the life you livedwas motherfucking awesomeDon't you wish you had all the pussytoo much money you could spendYou could get away and never see your shitty life againSo this the music that made white people madYeah, this the shit to blow your speakers outThis the shit you dream aboutYou can have the world, it's up for grabsLeave with everything 'cause everything is in the bagWe never done with this shitHere we come with that shitI ain't stressing, I ain't worried 'bout nothing, don't tripIt's amazing all the shit that I be coming out withShit is real, tell 'em chillKeep on bumping my shitAll my life I been a fuck up, never did anything rightThat's why everyday I'm fucked upMy mom pray to Jesus ChristAsking somebody to save me (Somebody save that boy)But I'm way too motherfucking crazy(No one can save that boy)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)Nobody doing as they told (Little bad ass kids)Everyone out of control (Fuck it, that's just how it is)I'm self made, dream came true, I'm a miracleEvery time I put my dick inside a bitch, it's spiritualGot the whip that say wealthy on my steering wheelBrand new model bitch made me waffles and some cerealThat's what I call a good morningYour mom work an extra job just to get you JordansJust so you could show up at your school looking fresh andI don't know 'bout you, but me, I'm important(I'm so gorgeous)You got money in your pocket, you the shitYou got everything you want and bitches on your dickA couple grand got you feeling like the manEverybody walking tall til they tripThey just cut the check, you had to go and cop the whipDrive up to your ex's crib and tell her she ain't shitThere's just something about the moneymake a motherfucker crazyWhen I die, bury me in my Mercedes, god damnSo this the music that made white people madYeah, this the shit to blow your speakers outThis the shit you dream aboutYou can have the world, it's up for grabsLeave with everything 'cause everything is in the bagWe never done with this shitHere we come with that shitI ain't stressing, I ain't worried bout nothing, don't tripIt's amazing all the shit that I be coming out withShit is real, tell 'em chillKeep on bumping my shitBumping my shitBumping my shitBumping my shitBumping my shit
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