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salty - db.boutabag lyrics

[intro]
(i am not rappin’, i’m just sh*t talkin’ on these beats)
(i am not rappin’, i’m just sh*t talkin’ on these beats)
(i am not rappin’, i’m just sh*t talkin’ on these beats)
(i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me!)

[chorus]
n*ggas think they hot sh*t ’til they b*tch wanna boss me
diamonds in my chain, ‘gon dance, so flossy
foreign seats same color cream mixed with coffee
i’m so icy, why these n*ggas so salty?
b*tches always askin’, “how is db so saucy?”
f*ck that n*gga, i was klocked when he crossed me
i ain’t workin’ jobs if your b*tch wanna boss me
b*tch told me she ain’t got a bag, that’s where she lost me
[verse 1]
i talk sh*t, diamonds in my face, i talk frosty (bling!)
plain ass white longsleeve, but it cost me
that n*gga think he fly with my cheese, i’m gon’ hawk him
i was just on clubhouse, knocked a b*tch in boston
hе reached, now he playin’ with his lifе, it’s gon’ cost him
tryna play a game of hopscotch, we gon’ chalk him
and i’m treating b*tches like a dog, imma walk ’em
broke the b*tch off, now she slappin’ summer walker
yo main b*tch used to be my b*tch, she’s a walker
and she always lurkin’ on my page, she a stalker
probably pourin’ red with these blues, peter parker
yo b*tch told me make her shut up, so i parked her

[verse 2]
i need a bad b*tch, first thing, and she got her sh*t straight
b*tch all these diamonds on my body, like a fish tank
baby did some tricks with her hips that your b*tch can’t
diamonds doin’ dances on my body that your kid can’t
i been stuffin’ dubs all day, got a wrist*ache
how these n*ggas trappin’ with no car? get your sh*t straight
yo b*tch pulled up to my bnb, got my d*ck ate
sl!ck cut diamonds on my wrist, like a switchblade
twin told me it’s a group of b*tches, i said, “which way?”
good grabba, watch me put top shelf on it
b*tch all these off*white buckles say “belt” on it
watch these off*white kicks, don’t step on ’em
blue strips on these leather seats, make a mess on ’em
and imma pull up to your party, got a check for me
if the b*tch ain’t ’bout a bag, better not check for me
n*gga only had two hunnid blues, tryna flex on me
[outro]
n*ggas think they hot sh*t ’til they b*tch wanna boss me
i’m so icy, why these n*ggas so salty?
f*ck that n*gga, i was klocked when he crossed me
i ain’t workin’ jobs if your b*tch wanna boss me

- db boutabag lyrics

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