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klockin - db.boutabag lyrics

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[intro]
yea, n*ggas pocket watchin’ it’s givin’ me chills
n*ggas always * i’m boutabag ain’t gotta ask me
[chorus]
catch me klockin in beverly hills (i’m out here klocked out)
n*ggas pocket watchin’ it’s givin’ me chills
n*ggas always talkin’ out they neck and i ain’t got no chill
switchin’ lanes in this big body this chicken is real (ay, ay)
b*tch i’m cleaner than yo d*mn dishes (than yo d*mn dishes)
eighty up this mountain d*mn near f*ckin’ up my transmission (skrt, skrt, skrt)
b*tch, you better play it smooth when you transition (when you transition)
better watch yo mans cause n*ggas snakin’ and they get to switchin’ (and they get to switchin’)
[verse 1]
ay, designer shoes size 45 (they are size 12)
b*tch these ain’t no loaf tops, these diors kinda high (they are kinda high)
like lil uzi b*tch on insta i ain’t sayin’ hi (i ain’t sayin’ hi)
now i’m gettin’ bnb’s in anaheim (in l.a)
i only want you for your chicken i ain’t got no time (ain’t got no time)
you be hangin’ round them bum b*tches you ain’t got no dime (you a bum)
yo money funny call it richard pryor (call it richard pryor)
wavin’ down her ass i’m sayin’ bye b*tch i ain’t saying hi
ion even mean to f*ck yo b*tch off this neck tat (off this neck tat)
but if she talkin’ out her neck then i caress that (i caress that)
we can drop blues on 2k, n*gga bet that (n*gga bet that)
been stripping’ n*ggas out they grams like where the rest at (where the rest at)
and n*gga all i smoke is gap it ain’t no lumberjack (i’m in here klocked)
i f*ck now she talkin’ bout the bands i gotta double back (i gotta double back)
these n*ggas still off my place so i can’t f*ck wit that (n*gga i can’t f*ck wit that)
rollin’ gas in yo momma crib shout out my thunder cat (shout out my thunder cat)
big ass red gevinchy strip across my f*ckin’ foot (n*gga gevinchy)
he caught his b*tch lookin’ at me so he knows she took
alright f*ck it ain’t no peter pan got yo b*tch hooked (i’m fly as h*ll)
all this paper on me won’t fold ion carry books
she ain’t even f*ck me cause i’m rappin’, f*ck me for my looks (for my looks)
couldn’t f*ck the b*tch when i was broke, ion need to look (ion even look)
b*tch only got me for the night so i feel like suge (so i feel like suge)
i’m wit some level headed steppers, watch where you mug
b*tch i got this gas for my rollie, ion shop at clubs (ion shop at clubs)
givenchy pants all white my waist, ion shop for scrubs (ion shop for scrubs
i be losin’ count b*tch i’m off these drugs
ay, i be losin’ count b*tch i’m off these drugs
[chorus]
catch me klockin in beverly hills (i’m out here klocked out)
n*ggas pocket watchin’ it’s givin’ me chills
n*ggas always talkin’ out they neck and i ain’t got no chill
switchin’ lanes in this big body this chicken is real (ay, ay)
b*tch i’m cleaner than yo d*mn dishes (than yo d*mn dishes)
eighty up this mountain d*mn near f*ckin’ up my transmission (skrt, skrt, skrt)
b*tch, you better play it smooth when you transition (when you transition)
better watch yo mans cause n*ggas snakin’ and they get to switchin’ (and they get to switchin’)

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