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exposed - db.boutabag lyrics

[intro]
ayy, ayy, ayy
i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me

[chorus]
ayy, don’t get exposed in this b*tch
my n*ggas keepin’ strap, keep pole in this b*tch, ayy
i’m boutabag, i keep a roll in this b*tch
and i can’t stop klockin’, they keep rollin’ and sh*t
i know some n*ggas panderin’, they keep hoes in this b*tch
keep stick, peep drip, get dough in this b*tch
and i’m, uh, tryna hit the road in this b*tch
everybody got a body, pinocchios in this b*tch, ayy

[verse 1]
don’t get exposed in that whip
n*ggas only hard with they bros or they b*tch
my n*gga, he never froze with this stick
and my twin keep sippin’, he just on off a brick (he just on off that brick)
ayy, look, don’t get exposed with your b*tch
they tryna act hard’ll get you froze in this b*tch
only gelenade, ain’t no cookie smoke in this b*tch
catch me two steppin’, probably h*lla on in this b*tch, ayy
woke up with bands just to start my day
the n*ggas laughed at me when i was down, n*gga, who broke today?
you gotta up a sloppy roll for me to show my face
i should’ve had a part in cheech and chong how i wake and bake
ayy, bro sent this beat, i’m finna trip again
first million streams just hit, i’m on that sh*t again
fifty blues on me, bro just took his b*tch to michigan
you ain’t talkin’ money, why the f*ck you always listenin’?
[refrain]
bro sent this beat, i’m finna trip again
first million streams just hit, i’m on that sh*t again
fifty blues on me, bro just took his b*tch to michigan
you ain’t talkin’ money, why the f*ck you always listenin’?

[chorus]
ayy, don’t get exposed in this b*tch
my n*ggas keepin’ strap, keep pole in this b*tch, ayy (we keep pole)
i’m boutabag, i keep a roll in this b*tch
and i can’t stop klockin’, they keep rollin’ and sh*t
i know some n*ggas panderin’, they keep hoes in this b*tch
keep stick, peep drip, get dough in this b*tch
and i’m, uh, tryna hit the road in this b*tch
everybody got a body, pinocchios in this b*tch, ayy

[verse 2]
i’m ’bout a bag, you better ask your sis
i need my money now, you better ask your b*tch
don’t get exposed at the store for talkin’ out your lips
next b*tch walking through this party better watch these kicks (better watch these kicks)
i hit the klock, it got karate kick
racks keep bustin’ out these jeans, i feel like roddy ricch
i spent a ticket last month, i bought a lot of sh*t
videos, promo, couple kicks and a lot of zips
it ain’t no love in this sh*t, i see a lot of hate
just so i could watch how n*ggas move, i went and bought a snake
on broke, so every day i gotta celebrate
just so i could have a good day, i went and bought a k
broke b*tch on my phone, can’t even buy a lace
b*tch, i’m tryna ball in miami like i’m gary payton
or we could ball in la, call a n*gga blake
if you can’t keep it solid, n*gga, you can’t eat up off my plate (skrrt)
[refrain]
broke b*tch on my phone, can’t even buy a lace
b*tch, i’m tryna ball in miami like i’m gary payton
or we could ball in la, call a n*gga blake
if you can’t keep it solid, n*gga, you can’t eat up off my plate

- db boutabag lyrics

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