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both ways - db.boutabag lyrics

[intro]
(lonis on this)
i’m in my bag, n*ggas can’t throw no shade
i got a bad b*tch, she go both ways
ayy, i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me

[chorus]
i’m in my bag, n*ggas can’t throw no shade
i got a bad b*tch, she go both ways
it’s all gas, fast cars, propane
n*ggas talkin’ blue hundreds, then go pull ’em out the bank, n*gga

[verse 1]
b*tch, i’m the boutabag n*gga, what you think, baby?
relationship won’t last long if i can’t get no pape’, baby
and i’m bustin’ off these shrooms, not no drunk, baby
bottle crackin’ all day, i might f*ck around and faint, baby
plead this, told n*ggas peep drip
n*gga’s got his ball took, now he cryin’ ’bout the b*tch
you ain’t throw no racks in the club, this n*gga threw a ‘fit
money bags, vvss, louis kicks, don’t trip
when you on that road, n*gga, stay on your ten, don’t slip
i’ve been in my bag, n*gga, i don’t needs no b*tch
i’m just a fly*ass n*gga, gang, i barely need a whip
all these chains on my neck, it’s lookin’ like i sold a brick, n*gga
[chorus]
i’m in my bag, n*ggas can’t throw no shade
i got a bad b*tch, she go both ways
it’s all gas, fast cars, propane
n*ggas talkin’ blue hundreds, then go pull ’em out the bank, n*gga
i’m in my bag, n*ggas can’t throw no shade
i got a bad b*tch, she go both ways
it’s all gas, fast cars, propanе
n*ggas talkin’ blue hundreds, then go pull ‘еm out the bank, n*gga

[verse 2]
skinny n*gga, catch me in the big*body whip
i’ll put these vvs on his small*ass wrist
if i’m not in my bag, n*gga, what you call this?
essential hoodie and some purples, n*gga, that is not drip
i threw a sollie on my son and threw a solid on my b*tch
i might f*ck around and sn*tch the whole rap off this rip
if she not a throat goat, then it’s a wrap for that b*tch
stop that d*ck ridin’, n*gga, let me rap or get blitzed
brodie mad ’cause he ain’t got no motion
b*tch, i’ve been high all day, i’m still rollin’
he claimed a runner, why this n*gga b*tch on me?
i know i’m winnin’, n*gga, she gon’ treat me like a trophy
i got more money than your dad, that’s facts
no rap, knocked the baddest b*tch and put her on her back
every time i had a win, them n*ggas wouldn’t even clap
and i ain’t f*ckin’ with that b*tch if she ain’t got no racks, n*gga
[chorus]
i’m in my bag, n*ggas can’t throw no shade
i got a bad b*tch, she go both ways
it’s all gas, fast cars, propane
n*ggas talkin’ blue hundreds, then go pull ’em out the bank, n*gga
i’m in my bag, n*ggas can’t throw no shade
i got a bad b*tch, she go both ways
it’s all gas, fast cars, propane
n*ggas talkin’ blue hundreds, then go pull ’em out the bank, n*gga (bank, n*gga)

- db boutabag lyrics

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