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In Our Bag Video (MV)




Performed By: Eugenics
Featuring: Pekeño 77, Rojas On The Beat
Language: Spanish
Length: 2:44
Written by: Facundo Cedres, Matthew Joseph Zabielinski




Eugenics - In Our Bag Lyrics
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[ Featuring Pekeño 77, Rojas On The Beat ]

Ayy, Rojas, where you at shorty?
Frost
Uh, ey, ey, uh
Boo-boo-boo-boom, boom-boom-boom

Él no se da cuenta que la está explotando
A la gilada la tiene mamando
Y a to' los perro' le' está tirando (le' está tirando)
Para que sepan siempre ganando (siempre ganando)

Se saca del juego y ahora volando (ahora volando)
Llega a la zona, está controlando (está controlando)
Con to'a la banda va demostrando
Y que la chupen los de otro bando

Estoy renacido, brr (brr-brr)
En todo lo mío, sí (en todo lo mío)
No quiero testigo', no (no, no)
Ni falsos amigos, ey (uh)

Ey, ¿cómo te explico? (Ey, ¿cómo te explico?)
Por andar solito (por andar solito)
Me gané el respeto
Desde chamaquito

She got that top blown, damn, yeah, she bad like a Barbie
We make her sweat like scrimmage, run around on the cardi'
She keep that sundress feeling 'cause we know what go on it
But see, we both damn different, I don't know what to call it

She ain't a bad baby, come tap in this bag, yeah, she
Keep chasing tags, yeah, just keep popping that ass, yeah, she
Keep chasing bags off of niggas that you have, baby
We in our bag, baby, tap in this bag, baby

Con la vibra alta, somos como Esparta
Y si no lo saben, se los dice Arca
Vengo de lo bajo, ya monté el relajo
No sé si duraron, saben lo que trajo

Peke 7, ma', le mete de una, le mete de one
Ya lo sabrá', quemado, mamá
Pa' to' lo' gile' tengo humildad
Brr, ah, les meto, ya tú sabe', con tanto y respeto
Pa' to' lo' gile' les vuelo el chaleco
Brr, a la poli no la quiero, ey (no, no, no)

Ando de vivo y no me tranca una pa' decirlo
Ya tú lo sabe', con mis amigo'
Le metemo' cheto, le metemo' fino (le metemo' fino)
'Tamo tranquilo', ey, y no le' decimo', no
Comiendo de Quiri (de Quiri)
Tamo' de cheto' en un Lamborghini

She got that top blown, damn, yeah, she bad like a Barbie
We make her sweat like scrimmage, run around on the cardi'
She keep that sundress feeling 'cause we know what go on it
But see, we both damn different, I don't know what to call it

She ain't a bad baby, come tap in this bag, yeah, she
Keep chasing tags, yeah, just keep popping that ass, yeah, she
Keep chasing bags off of niggas that you have, baby
We in our bag, baby, tap in this bag, baby
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Spanish

Ayy, Rojas, where you at shorty?
Frost
Uh, ey, ey, uh
Boo-boo-boo-boom, boom-boom-boom

Él no se da cuenta que la está explotando
A la gilada la tiene mamando
Y a to' los perro' le' está tirando (le' está tirando)
Para que sepan siempre ganando (siempre ganando)

Se saca del juego y ahora volando (ahora volando)
Llega a la zona, está controlando (está controlando)
Con to'a la banda va demostrando
Y que la chupen los de otro bando

Estoy renacido, brr (brr-brr)
En todo lo mío, sí (en todo lo mío)
No quiero testigo', no (no, no)
Ni falsos amigos, ey (uh)

Ey, ¿cómo te explico? (Ey, ¿cómo te explico?)
Por andar solito (por andar solito)
Me gané el respeto
Desde chamaquito

She got that top blown, damn, yeah, she bad like a Barbie
We make her sweat like scrimmage, run around on the cardi'
She keep that sundress feeling 'cause we know what go on it
But see, we both damn different, I don't know what to call it

She ain't a bad baby, come tap in this bag, yeah, she
Keep chasing tags, yeah, just keep popping that ass, yeah, she
Keep chasing bags off of niggas that you have, baby
We in our bag, baby, tap in this bag, baby

Con la vibra alta, somos como Esparta
Y si no lo saben, se los dice Arca
Vengo de lo bajo, ya monté el relajo
No sé si duraron, saben lo que trajo

Peke 7, ma', le mete de una, le mete de one
Ya lo sabrá', quemado, mamá
Pa' to' lo' gile' tengo humildad
Brr, ah, les meto, ya tú sabe', con tanto y respeto
Pa' to' lo' gile' les vuelo el chaleco
Brr, a la poli no la quiero, ey (no, no, no)

Ando de vivo y no me tranca una pa' decirlo
Ya tú lo sabe', con mis amigo'
Le metemo' cheto, le metemo' fino (le metemo' fino)
'Tamo tranquilo', ey, y no le' decimo', no
Comiendo de Quiri (de Quiri)
Tamo' de cheto' en un Lamborghini

She got that top blown, damn, yeah, she bad like a Barbie
We make her sweat like scrimmage, run around on the cardi'
She keep that sundress feeling 'cause we know what go on it
But see, we both damn different, I don't know what to call it

She ain't a bad baby, come tap in this bag, yeah, she
Keep chasing tags, yeah, just keep popping that ass, yeah, she
Keep chasing bags off of niggas that you have, baby
We in our bag, baby, tap in this bag, baby
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Writer: Facundo Cedres, Matthew Joseph Zabielinski
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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