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not at home - db.boutabag lyrics

[intro: db.boutabag]
(lonis on this)
ayy, i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me

[chorus: db.boutabag]
ayy, where all the good b*tches go? i see ’em glorifyin’ fake sh*t
and i’m too quick to cut the head off a snake b*tch
what’s crazy how that seven bands you made, you gotta lay in (you gotta lay in)
you just bend on blade sh*t, i won’t say sh*t
the way she keep blowin’ up my phone make me hate this b*tch
i’m on the road, not at home chasin’ pape’ and sh*t
if she is not in her bag, i gotta shake this b*tch
i just left the mall, copped some louis with some bape and sh*t

[verse 1: db.boutabag]
if you wanna jump in your bag, you gotta take a risk
n*gga, all i gotta do is sl!ck talk or i won’t pape’ and sh*t
i can’t worry ’bout what you want if it don’t make me rich
i’m an ugly n*gga with a bad b*tch like lilo and stitch
add me up, b*tch, these diamonds on my chains cost a few bricks
b*tch, watch me run that bag up like i got two kicks
stop makin’ all them diss songs, i don’t know who dude this
sh*t fun and games until we figure out where dude live
it’s all fun and games until we figure out where dude stay
ridin’ ’round in that old*ass benz, you need some new brakes
thirty shots, two*plus*three gen glock keep a n*gga safe
but in my section, they say stay dangerous ’cause we break safes
in my section, better be on tip, tie your shoelace
(thirty shots, two*plus*three gen glock keep a n*gga safe
ridin’ ’round in that old*ass benz, you need some new brakes
but in my section, they say stay dangerous ’cause we break safes)
[chorus: db.boutabag]
ayy, where did all the good b*tches go? i see ’em glorifyin’ fake sh*t
and i’m too quick to cut the head off a snake b*tch
what’s crazy how that seven bands you made, you gotta lay in (you gotta lay in)
you just bend on blade sh*t, i won’t say sh*t
the way she keep blowin’ up my phone make me hate this b*tch
i’m on the road, not at home chasin’ pape’ and sh*t
if she is not in her bag, i gotta shake this b*tch
i just left the mall, copped some louis with some bape and sh*t

[verse 2: big sad 1900]
hot n*gga, i can’t argue with you, i’d block n*ggas
if i catch you leakin’ in the streets, then i’ma pop n*ggas (yeah)
louis ‘fit cost seven thousand, you can spot n*ggas
goin’ out soft about a b*tch none of my n*ggas
i just count a hundred while you n*ggas makin’ diss songs
runnin’ red lights in the ‘vette and my wrist blown
you a broke b*tch and your n*gga broke, get on
woke up out my sleep, broke a ho and put my kicks on (yeah)
i don’t wanna talk, b*tch, h*ll nah
always knew i’d be a star and i tried to tell y’all
they ain’t never said my name and it was bell calls
tellin’ brother that i love cuz through a jail call (i love you, n*gga)
i’m prayin’ that i could come across a good b*tch
still pretty, still smart, that’s my lil’ hood b*tch
i got the 40 in the party and i wish they would trip
yeah, i knew her brother, this her mother that i live, n*gga
[chorus: db.boutabag]
ayy, where did all the good b*tches go? i see ’em glorifyin’ fake sh*t
and i’m too quick to cut the head off a snake b*tch
what’s crazy how that seven bands you made, you gotta lay in (you gotta lay in)
you just bend on blade sh*t, i won’t say sh*t
the way she keep blowin’ up my phone make me hate this b*tch
i’m on the road, not at home chasin’ pape’ and sh*t
if she is not in her bag, i gotta shake this b*tch
i just left the mall, copped some louis with some bape and sh*t

- db boutabag lyrics

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