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1st off - db.boutabag lyrics

[intro]
’cause i can, n*gga
better ask your last b*tch, i keep
second off, quit talkin’ out your, ’cause you don’t keep glock
lil’ n*gga, i ain’t got no sense like i’m key glock (i’m boutabag, ain’t gotta ask me)

[chorus]
first off, i be talkin’ sh*t ’cause i can, n*gga
you better ask your last b*tch, i keep bands, n*gga
second off, quit talkin’ out your neck, ’cause you don’t keep glock
lil’ n*gga, i ain’t got no sense like i’m key glock
third off, n*ggas talkin’ smart, pick this nerd off
i’m on this intersection, d*mn near finna swerve off
four, five, six, seven b*tches gettin’ broke off
n*gga, do we got a problem? like i’m loc dog

[verse 1]
how the f*ck is n*ggas ’bout a bag and i don’t know y’all?
all my n*ggas in this b*tch, these my road dogs
and all for jody woah, on my mama, they gon’ smoke dog
since day one, this bag sh*t been the same, n*gga
we still throw them b’s for boutabag, this ain’t no gang, n*gga
and to them n*ggas speakin’ on it, they some d*ck sucks
it only take a ‘wood and thirty minutes, get your b*tch f*cked
in this b*tch clocked, high as f*ck, i got the hiccups
lil’ baby, put your pants on, i need my d*ck sucked
racks bustin’ out these jeans, i can’t lift up
you walk around broke all day, you a sick f*ck
racks keep fallin’ through these pants, i can’t pick up
[chorus]
first off, i be talkin’ sh*t ’cause i can, n*gga
you better ask your last b*tch, i keep bands, n*gga
second off, quit talkin’ out your neck, ’cause you don’t keep glock
lil’ n*gga, i ain’t got no sense like i’m key glock
third off, n*ggas talkin’ smart, pick this nerd off
i’m on this intersection, d*mn near finna swerve off
four, five, six, seven b*tches gettin’ broke off
n*gga, do we got a problem? like i’m loc dog

[verse 2]
first off, all these b*tches love to shake that ass to me
we in the party goin’ up, now i’m grabbin’ cheeks
second off, baby tryna f*ck, now she grabbin’ meat
i only f*cked the b*tch once, how she in love with me?
third off, b*tch, don’t hit this phone when i’m roadrunning
i ain’t tryna hold your hand, i’m tryna hold hundreds
made ’bout five, six thousand in these roadrunners
and baby, i ain’t tuckin’ sh*t, i’m with some cold gunners
your b*tch, i’m gon’ walk past, she need some more cash
how the f*ck you broke, but you the man with your mark ass?
this sh*t is too nice, ten bands in two nights
the only thing we runnin’ from them red and them blue lights
your b*tch, i’m gon’ walk past, she need some more cash
how the f*ck you broke, but you the man with your mark ass?
this sh*t is too nice, ten bands in two nights
the only thing we runnin’ from them red and them blue lights
[chorus]
first off, i be talkin’ sh*t ’cause i can, n*gga
you better ask your last b*tch, i keep bands, n*gga
second off, quit talkin’ out your neck, ’cause you don’t keep glock
lil’ n*gga, i ain’t got no sense like i’m key glock
third off, n*ggas talkin’ smart, pick this nerd off
i’m on this intersection, d*mn near finna swerve off
four, five, six, seven b*tches gettin’ broke off
n*gga, do we got a problem? like i’m loc dog

[outro]
do we? like i’m loc dog
do we got a problem? like i’m loc dog

- db boutabag lyrics

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