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• Artiste: Slim 400
• Titre: In My Bag (feat. M Huncho)
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Look Had it in a JD bag, f*ck a duffel (yeah, yeah) We just broke down a pack now we going through the rubble (yeah) Dressing in comfy shit, I keep it so subtle yeah (subtle) More time in the tracksuit in the booth, I got a couple I say how it is, the same blue goose, some people are giving blue excuse I'm staying focused, the paper is piling and I’m going through the years worth of postal I'm always around man, I'm local, see the same faces on social She said you got to hit me with the vocal I told her to pipe down I’m always solo She doesn't like that I'm wearing polo, like I play polo She's looking fabulous, told her I'm lonesome I got the funds, but know I ain't Kojo She's taking three stripes, no Adidas, this is coco (yeah) And when I say coco, I do not mean any Coco Chanel I get me a packet and break with my friends I do it again and again and again I got me some cursers but b??? is a sin I got me some new ones, I sit in the pen So everyday, I gotta get me a ben I write a sixteen and I write to my friends (yeah) I pay him a visit, I step into hell, I pay him a visit, I step into hell I had it all on the line, lost all hope Broke down a pack and now I'm counting loads Hard times you don’t see no one, bro ain’t home till the reload's done Look at the wrist, stepped in young, rich and lit I’m loving the groupies, step on slow and I'm loving the Gucci Brand new wap and I'm loving the new piece [M huncho] Had it in a JD bag, f*ck a duffel (yeah, yeah) We just broke down a pack now we going through the rubble yeah Dressing in comfy shit, I keep it so subtle yeah More time in the tracksuit in the booth, I got a couple I don't need no help (none), you can see yourself Look at the kid, my diamond’s lit, and my trap speaks for itself And I heard there's stock on the block My Cuban's flooded with rocks, I never had piss Had to take a risk, hit stoves and f*ck up a pot I lost all hope, then I got rich, talking money? Count me in I feel myself, can't help but smile Last month I counted a hundred quid She's up in Gucci, I'm in the bando I break a pack and feel like Pablo Don't ask me what is my angle, I'm busy whipping a brick in my sandals I got no love, in the streets there ain't no hugs I went hard as a little yute, nothing's changed now that I've grown up Them old niggas, talk old shit But Slim ain't into the politics I like cute one with a pretty face And getting top in a foreign whip Tell me something I don't know (just tell me) If they ain't on it, then Slim's doing it solo (on my own) They talk a lot, but that trap phone is so slow (dead) I call that no hope (none) I used to wear polo, now it's Louis V Can't call my phone for a two of each I had it all on the line, lost all hope Broke down a pack and now I'm counting loads Hard times you don't see no one, bro ain't home till the reload's done Look at the wrist, stepped in young, rich and lit I'm loving the groupies, step on slow and I'm loving the Gucci Brand new wap and I'm loving the new piece Had it in a JD bag, f*ck a duffel (yeah, yeah) We just broke down a pack now we going through the rubble yeah Dressing in comfy shit, I keep it so subtle yeah (subtle) More time in the tracksuit in the booth, I got a couple Had it in a JD bag, f*ck a duffel (yeah, yeah) We just broke down a pack now we going through the rubble yeah Dressing in comfy shit, I keep it so subtle yeah (subtle) More time in the tracksuit in the booth, I got a couple (yeah)