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it's only right - db.boutabag lyrics

[intro]
it’s only right
it’s only right i drop a—
only right i drop a bag for all the times i ain’t— (wassupfabe)
ayy
i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me

[chorus]
it’s only right i drop a bag for all the times i ain’t had sh*t
in this big body with a bad b*tch
i guarantee you i ain’t nothin’ like your last n*gga
and on my mama, i ain’t lookin’ for my last b*tch (i ain’t looking)

[verse 1]
baby tried to use her cat to get back at me
stupid b*tch watch my new b*tch, throw some racks at me
behind tint, she gon’ eat d*ck like a krabby patty
i’m not finna tell this b*tch my name, she gon’ call me daddy
run that bag up faster than jackrabbit, stupid n*gga
i see this n*gga think he havin’ motion, but we still gon’ get him
same n*ggas you’ve been d*ck sucking better be with you
i ain’t seen this n*gga in a minute, but i need my issue
brodie step back, wipe his nose, dog gon’ need some tissue
i’ll cut that b*tch off so quick, it’s an early dismissal
i need my chicken, shе gon’ suck bone down to the gristle
i got forty*fivе klocks in this whip like i’m donovan mitch*ll
[chorus]
it’s only right i drop a bag for all the times i ain’t had sh*t
in this big body with a bad b*tch
i guarantee you i ain’t nothin’ like your last n*gga
and on my mama, i ain’t lookin’ for my last b*tch
it’s only right i drop a bag for all the times i ain’t had sh*t
in this big body with a bad b*tch
i guarantee you i ain’t nothin’ like your last n*gga
and on my mama, i ain’t lookin’ for my last b*tch

[verse 2]
lookin’ for my last b*tch, on god, that b*tch could skate
when it came down to real sh*t, she couldn’t bust a grape
hit my new b*tch from the back, i got her saying
and i’m not gon’ take a break, put that sh*t on every day
all these racks on, way i’m walking, you would’ve thought i’m off some drank
and the way he make diss songs, get his ass some armor plates
two*stepping for the bag, watch me harlem shake
finna be a millionaire, i’m just a couple songs away
it’s only right i drop a bag for all them n*ggas out there hated on me
now hate on this, b*tch, i got paper on me
tried to put these n*ggas on, i ain’t never had to snake my homie
it is what it is, see brodie, we gon’ get up on him
we gon’ get up on him, i play—
i play it smooth, but keep thirty sh*lls on me like macaroni (macaroni)
like macaroni
huh, free your b*tch, free brodie, and, on my mama, r.i.p the homies
[chorus]
it’s only right i drop a bag for all the times i ain’t had sh*t
in this big body with a bad b*tch
i guarantee you i ain’t nothin’ like your last n*gga
and on my mama, i ain’t lookin’ for my last b*tch
(it’s only right i drop a bag for all them n*ggas out there hated on me
now hate on this, b*tch, i got paper on me
tried to put these n*ggas on, i ain’t never had to snake my homie
it is what it is, see brodie, we gon’ get up on him)

- db boutabag lyrics

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