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stincs boutabag - otm lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
(my n*gga johnny got another one)
long live drakeo, you know the truth
(lonis signed this)

[verse 1: blue pesos]
stinc team ’bout a bag, we ain’t gotta get into it
cold demons in the building, mini draco with a roller
diamonds kickboxin’ on me, jet li, they doin’ combos
n*gga drop a dime and catch a nine like he rondo
the juice landed, p, hit your paisa dance on ’em
i got mr. t tendencies, flexin’ real diamonds
close that back door, watch your closest homie, keep an eye on him
mr. whiskers tat on my arm, it’s an eye buster
you should know i’m ’bout a bag, don’t question it
chiefin’ jeans on, hip blugin’ from the f&n
any altеrcations guarantee pippy steppin’ in
coach p, you don’t got the uchies, b*tch dismissеd
sh*t, i’m a fully
bully breaker chops, this a stiffler with a fully
this lil’ big n*gga ain’t scarin’ nothin’, i just chipped somethin’
in the end, don’t give a f*ck about a hater, just keep it comin’

[chorus: blue pesos]
stinc team ’bout a bag, ugh, f*ck them
tear it off, i need all the uchies, where the rats at?
steppin’ in the club, don’t ask, we for sure strapped
you should know we ’bout a bag, what we wear, you can’t afford that
stinc team ’bout a bag, ugh, f*ck them
tear it off, i need all the uchies, where the rats at?
steppin’ in the club, don’t ask, we for sure strapped
you should know we ’bout a bag, what we wear, you can’t afford that (sh*t)
stinc team ’bout a bag, ugh, f*ck them
n*gga
the juice landed, p, hit your paisa dance on him
[verse 2: db.boutabag]
b*tch, i’m really ’bout a bag, catch me f*ckin’ with the stincs
n*gga, better not move, don’t flinch, don’t blink
that’s an awful lot of klocks in my body, what you think?
all this ice on my body, b*tch, i could’ve bought a jeep
n*gga, long live drakeo, we some top rappers
all that sh*t they sayin’ in they songs, it did not happen
n*ggas talkin’ like they top hats, n*gga, stop cappin’
n*gga better find a stunt double, he don’t like action (no more action)
pour an eight in this pop, i’m lamar jackson
old n*ggas rappin’, i just had to pass ’em
all these new b*tches in my face, f*ck around and pass ’em
stincs, i’m really ’bout a bag, go ahead and ask me

[chorus: blue pesos & duffy]
stinc team ’bout a bag, ugh, f*ck them
tear it off, i need all the uchies, where the rats at?
steppin’ in the club, don’t ask, we for sure strapped
you should know we ’bout a bag, what we wear, you can’t afford that
stinc team ’bout a bag, ugh, f*ck them
tear it off, i need all the uchies, where the rats at?
steppin’ in the club, don’t ask, we for sure strapped
you should know we ’bout a bag, what we wear, you can’t afford that (sh*t)
stinc team ’bout a bag, ugh, f*ck them (f*ck them, n*gga, sh*t)
the juice landed, p, hit your paisa dance on him (b*tch)
[verse 3: duffy]
i’m with my boutabag n*ggas, this is regular
off the mussle causin’ trouble, he rarer, d*mn
top rappers, cold demons, flu flammers next to me
where the opps at? i feel like these n*ggas scared of us
that n*gga duffy neck icy, would you look at that?
broke n*gga who? every n*gga with me ’bout a bag
if you ain’t know the stincs run it, better go and ask
is you gon’ pull up with the sh*ts or n*ggas not that mad?
mei ling know i been had, been had
uchies on the dash, throw a hundred up and down the ave
lame n*gga sit at home sad while i do my dance
why these old n*ggas hatin’? you had y’all chance
she choosin’ or she losin’, every ‘fit tough
watched his mouth, long live the ruler, get your rank up
picked up expensive habits from him, pour this drank up
passin’ n*ggas up, let the opposition taste dust

- otm lyrics

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