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celebration - db.boutabag lyrics

[intro]
smokin’ klocks in the booth right now, on god, it’s a—
it’s a celebration, hahaha
i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me

[verse 1]
spark another ‘wood, it’s a celebration (ayy, ayy)
smoke exotic pack to get the highest just for demonstration (i get the highest, n*gga)
i swear to god, i’m tired of all these false allegations (these n*ggas cappin’)
next n*gga speakin’ on my name, he gon’ need replacements (n*gga)
young n*ggas ’bout a bag, we got it out the pavement (i’m ’bout a bag, b*tch)
b*tch, i’m only twenty, callin’ shots like i’m ron reagan
i could give a f*ck about the b*tch if she is not payin’ (that b*tch broke)
b*tch, i’m makin’ bands off this rap, i am not playin’ (i’m makin’ bands, n*gga)
and f*ck my ex*b*tches, i am not playin’ (f*ck that b*tch)
i’d still probably let ’em f*ck, but they are not stayin’ (she gotta go)
lately, i been gettin’ paid just for conversation (i’m gettin’ paid)
bro, your brodie gotta go, he broke, i heard that sh*t contagious (that n*gga broke)
to appropriately apply pressure requires preparation (ayy)
blues never mixin’ with the dubs like it’s segregation (like it’s segregation)
these b*tches, they could get a hug if they got cute faces (n*gga, n*gga)
you never slid, these n*ggas out here trippin’, they got loose laces
you can not hit this klock, these are two*faces
i’m happy when i’m up, when i was broke, i was two*faced (i was two*faced)
high and drunk at the same time, i’m too wasted
told the b*tch to finish when she done and better not waste it
[interlude]
n*gga, on my mama, n*gga, i ain’t never did this sh*t for no clout, n*gga
on my dead granny, you n*ggas do not know me, n*gga
you n*ggas don’t know sh*t, n*gga, don’t watch me, n*gga
you need to go watch that b*tch, on god

[verse 2]
soon as n*ggas get to losin’, then they start prayin’ (don’t do it now, n*gga)
n*gga, keep it real with yourself, you will not make it (you just a clown, n*gga)
you gotta work for this sh*t, you cannot fake it (it’s goin’ down, b*tch)
b*tch, you gotta step until your feet blacker than a haitian (better, ayy)
i never loved a white b*tch, but i’m not a racist (i’m not a racist)
it don’t matter if the b*tch purple if she start payin’ (she gotta pay)
we can’t get the poles in the party, we are not stayin’ (we are not stayin’)
b*tch, i got a ‘wood when you top me, don’t do no complainin’ (b*tch, don’t do no complainin’)
what the f*ck? b*tch, i keep stick (ayy, ayy)
you can’t hold a job, lil’ n*gga, you can’t keep sh*t (b*tch, you can’t keep)
what the f*ck? baby, peep drip (baby, peep drip)
same n*ggas jockin’ same n*ggas wanna sneak diss (tryna, tryna sneak diss)
pull out pocket rockets, deuce*seven, make you eat this (make you eat this)
baby told me she ain’t tryna pay, but she eat d*ck (she tryna eat d*ck)
what the f*ck wrong with sis? (ayy)
baby gotta go if she ain’t bringin’ in no f*ckin’ chips

[outro]
what the f*ck? b*tch, i keep stick
you can’t hold a job, lil’ n*gga, you can’t keep sh*t
what the f*ck? baby, peep drip
same n*ggas jockin’ same n*ggas wanna sneak diss
pull out pocket rockets, deuce*seven, make you eat this
baby told me she ain’t tryna pay, but she eat d*ck
what the f*ck wrong with sis?

- db boutabag lyrics

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