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BACK IN MY BAG Video (MV)




Performed By: Hood Poet
Language: English
Length: 2:07
Written by: John Davis




Hood Poet - BACK IN MY BAG Lyrics
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Woah
Woah
Been low now I'm back in my bag
Been low now I'm back in my bag
Tell the bitch head out no cabs
In middle school they used to laugh
Now they bitches go listen to me
They hearing my music they mad
Pretty boy in the face got cash
Like Wait hold up that's John?
Yeah lil nigga cause times changed
Little nigga better hold your weight
Wanna know if I'm good I'm straight
Too cocky that's why I'm late
Fat Coochi that's what I ate
Too cocky that's why I'm late
Fat Coochi that's what I ate
Yeah
(Yeah)
They calling they say they what features
I don't f*ck with you niggas just beat it
Get The f*ck out my face I don't need you
These niggas is pussy they see through
He don't look In my eyes when we talk
Got no Confidence look how he walk
On his ass gon fly in that hawk
Solar sluper that bitch got the gawk
Yeah
Yeah
That nigga be talking to rats
I'm allergic if you don't get cash
What I like? I love a big ass
I'm addicted it's something real bad
On the hub watch the same thing it's sad
Kinky boy f*ck a bitch with a mask
Break a hoe send her back to her dads
Woah
Yeah
Got a bad little bitch from Ibiza
Pussy good I might buy her a visa
Send her down break her off I don't need her
We won't kick it I'll pack em like FIFA
Balling overseas sign me to FIBA
UCLA type shit we got heaters
Got some shooters like Trever Ariza
That ain't my brother he mad about cheddar I told him just listen
(Look)
Got this my own, all off the muscle these niggas be tripping
These woman be hoes can't wife on girl respecting my pimping
My flows be gold like the karats around my neck it's my nigga it's shimmering
Infinity code I'm living forever my souls delivering
My brothers is gone but they live on forever I'm hearing they whispering
I'm hearing these voices
They telling me money is poison
Well f*ck it I'm chosen
The hurt is being avoided
He trynna compete, his pockets got lint so the f*ck is he doing
Copyrights on my beats if he use it I'll do it my nigga I'm suing
Real ruthless nigga I'm savage
Kind heart still feed you to maggots
Hood Poet no where near average
I'm just chasing this green no cabbage
(I'm just chasing this green no cabbage)
(Hood Poet no where near average)
(Kind heart still feed you to maggots)
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Woah
Woah
Been low now I'm back in my bag
Been low now I'm back in my bag
Tell the bitch head out no cabs
In middle school they used to laugh
Now they bitches go listen to me
They hearing my music they mad
Pretty boy in the face got cash
Like Wait hold up that's John?
Yeah lil nigga cause times changed
Little nigga better hold your weight
Wanna know if I'm good I'm straight
Too cocky that's why I'm late
Fat Coochi that's what I ate
Too cocky that's why I'm late
Fat Coochi that's what I ate
Yeah
(Yeah)
They calling they say they what features
I don't f*ck with you niggas just beat it
Get The f*ck out my face I don't need you
These niggas is pussy they see through
He don't look In my eyes when we talk
Got no Confidence look how he walk
On his ass gon fly in that hawk
Solar sluper that bitch got the gawk
Yeah
Yeah
That nigga be talking to rats
I'm allergic if you don't get cash
What I like? I love a big ass
I'm addicted it's something real bad
On the hub watch the same thing it's sad
Kinky boy f*ck a bitch with a mask
Break a hoe send her back to her dads
Woah
Yeah
Got a bad little bitch from Ibiza
Pussy good I might buy her a visa
Send her down break her off I don't need her
We won't kick it I'll pack em like FIFA
Balling overseas sign me to FIBA
UCLA type shit we got heaters
Got some shooters like Trever Ariza
That ain't my brother he mad about cheddar I told him just listen
(Look)
Got this my own, all off the muscle these niggas be tripping
These woman be hoes can't wife on girl respecting my pimping
My flows be gold like the karats around my neck it's my nigga it's shimmering
Infinity code I'm living forever my souls delivering
My brothers is gone but they live on forever I'm hearing they whispering
I'm hearing these voices
They telling me money is poison
Well f*ck it I'm chosen
The hurt is being avoided
He trynna compete, his pockets got lint so the f*ck is he doing
Copyrights on my beats if he use it I'll do it my nigga I'm suing
Real ruthless nigga I'm savage
Kind heart still feed you to maggots
Hood Poet no where near average
I'm just chasing this green no cabbage
(I'm just chasing this green no cabbage)
(Hood Poet no where near average)
(Kind heart still feed you to maggots)
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Writer: John Davis
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