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how that go - db.boutabag lyrics

[intro]
ayy, that n*gga got a grab, flexin’ for that— how do that go? (how do that go?)
[?], and i might hit her with a backstroke
she gon’ give me top ’til her lips swole (’til her lips swole)
i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me

[chorus]
that n*gga got grab, flexin’ for that b*tch, how do that go?
that p*ssy fire, i might hit her with a backstroke
off the back, she gon’ give me top ’til her lips swolen
b*tch, i’m gon’ run that bag up ’til my hips broke
that n*gga got grab, flexin’ for that b*tch, how do that go?
that p*ssy fire, i might hit her with a backstroke
off the back, she gon’ give me top ’til her lips swolen
b*tch, i’m gon’ run that bag up ’til my hips broke

[verse 1]
we can take a trip for this bag, it’s not no playdate
put that sh*t on, now all these b*tches screaming mayday
baby really think i can’t break her like she ray j
these n*ggas be on f*ck sh*t, these b*tches on the same thing
i can’t tuck sh*t, i’m in this function, let my chain sw*ng
i’m really from them trenches, n*gga, that’ll make your life change
now i’m buffed*up cartiers with the white frames
and this b*tch bad, she eat d*ck like some ice cream
i mean some ice cream, bands in these tight jeans
we could talk about all these sticks and all these beams
i could pull up on your b*tch, sell her all these dreams
i just quarterbacked another pack to colorado springs
lil’ n*gga, that was light sh*t
i forgot about a fifty ball on some high sh*t
this a big body, h*ll nah you can’t drive this
you ain’t in your bag, b*tch, h*ll nah you can’t ride d*ck
[chorus]
that n*gga got grab, flexin’ for that b*tch, how do that go?
that p*ssy fire, i might hit her with a backstroke
off the back, she gon’ give me top ’til her lips swolen
b*tch, i’m gon’ run that bag up ’til my hips broke
that n*gga got grab, flexin’ for that b*tch, how do that go?
that p*ssy fire, i might hit her with a backstroke
off the back, she gon’ give me top ’til her lips swolen
b*tch, i’m gon’ run that bag up ’til my hips broke

[verse 2]
don’t you know i’ll slap some forgiatos on a 64?
fall asleep off three shrooms, wake up and just get dough
she get around, what you always cryin’ for that b*tch for?
playin’ with d3, n*gga, that’ll get your sh*t broke
give me top then roll another klock, b*tch, don’t choke
i was wolfin’ to my p.o sayin’ i don’t smoke
you didn’t know my name, i guess, b*tch, i’m big klock, n*gga
if i’m in this b*tch by myself, i bet i got glock with me
(you didn’t know my name, i guess, b*tch, i’m big klock, n*gga
if i’m in this b*tch by myself, i bet i got glock with me)
bape on my jacket, chrome heart on my socks, n*gga
think you f*ckin’ with me, must be high off two rocks, n*gga
ayy, either that or a whippet can
rip drakeo, rko a n*gga think he vince mcmahon
we gon’ sweep sh*t like jodie woh, do my lil’ dance
b*tch, i’m boutabag, i up racks, not no lil’ bands, n*gga
[chorus]
that n*gga got grab, flexin’ for that b*tch, how do that go?
that p*ssy fire, i might hit her with a backstroke
off the back, she gon’ give me top ’til her lips swolen
b*tch, i’m gon’ run that bag up ’til my hips broke
that n*gga got grab, flexin’ for that b*tch, how do that go?
that p*ssy fire, i might hit her with a backstroke
off the back, she gon’ give me top ’til her lips swolen
b*tch, i’m gon’ run that bag up ’til my hips broke

[outro]
flexin’ for that— how do that go?
this n*gga got grab, fire, i might hit her with a backstroke
she gon’ give me top ’til her lips swolen
i might hit her with a backstroke

- db boutabag lyrics

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