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2 many klocks - db.boutabag lyrics

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[intro]
ayy, ayy
i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me

[verse 1]
these n*ggas can’t deny nothin’, this boutabag sh*t acceptable (so acceptable)
i make some calls, n*gga, and you are not irrefutable
i done made a hundred k off streams, let’s be technical
and if the b*tch got some chips, then i’m textin’ her
she wanna see me finger f*ck these bands, it’s like s*x to her
i only want the face, don’t want the rest of her
if i can knock a b*tch, then i knock the b*tch next to her
she ain’t ’bout a bag, you ain’t gon’ hear about me s*xtin’ her
pocket finna grab my whole chest, it’s a wrestler
she said them sack n*ggas weak, i’m the best to her
well, b*tch, i want the best head, i want your neck to hurt
and i just put on all my chains and my neck gon’ hurt

[chorus]
n*ggas postin’ them throwbacks, quit that reminiscin’
they say i smoke too many klocks, i just can’t dismiss it
thinkin’ ’bout them days, mama trippin’, n*gga, wash the dishes
these n*ggas see i’m ’bout a bag, it ain’t no competition
n*ggas postin’ them throwbacks, quit that reminiscin’
they say i smoke too many klocks, i just can’t dismiss it
thinkin’ ’bout them days, mama trippin’, n*gga, wash the dishes
these n*ggas see i’m ’bout a bag, it ain’t no competition
[verse 2]
i could lose a b*tch and bag three, this sh*t regular (so regular)
you ain’t no top dog, n*gga, you the messenger
you ain’t talkin’ chips, why the f*ck you call my cellular? (don’t call my phone, then)
b*tch bad, but i don’t really like the smell on her
i don’t really want the s*x, but the check gon’ work
n*gga, when i smoke these two klocks, my chest gon’ hurt
she ain’t talkin’ ’bout a bag, it’s not gon’ work
lately i’ve been in this b*tch wallet like it ain’t her purse

[chorus]
n*ggas postin’ them throwbacks, quit that reminiscin’
they say i smoke too many klocks, i just can’t dismiss it
thinkin’ ’bout them days, mama trippin’, n*gga, wash the dishes
these n*ggas see i’m ’bout a bag, it ain’t no competition
n*ggas postin’ them throwbacks, quit that reminiscin’
they say i smoke too many klocks, i just can’t dismiss it
thinkin’ ’bout them days, mama trippin’, n*gga, wash the dishes
these n*ggas see i’m ’bout a bag, it ain’t no competition

[outro]
uh, uh, uh
these n*ggas see i’m ’bout a bag, it ain’t no competition
mama trippin’, n*gga, wash them dishes
n*ggas out here broke, n*ggas out here b*tchin’
you was in the [?] always, i was in detention

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