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lirik lagu really boutabag – db.boutabag

[intro]
(saul)

[verse 1: db.boutabag & kflex]
you shouldn’t f*ck on broke b*tches for your satisfaction (n*gga, quit f*cking on that broke b*tch)
i’ma tell the b*tch to moneygram, make a transaction (don’t hit my phone on no broke sh*t)
i just made a extra ten thousand, n*gga, not rapping (told my n*gga to repost this)
aye, b*tch, i’m really ’bout a bag and i’m not capping
b*tch, i’m really ’bout a bag and i’m not capping
i ain’t never seen you with them n*ggas, you are not active (n*gga, you don’t really blow sh*t)
it’s a broke n*gga tryna start some sh*t, i’ma start laughing
now they balling on his whip like it’s march madness
i was breaking b*tches ‘fore i really even started rapping (lil baby told me hold this)
now i keep a sloppy roll, good weed and some high fashion
you love sitting on your ass, you do it with a passion
i’ma hit [?], caught a play, b*tch, he john madden (i’ma hit [?])
i’ma clock with you but this second wood i’m not passing
but this second wood i’m not passing (i’m not passing)
but this second wood i’m not passing
foreign whip in this driveway just relaxing
if i’m smoking how the f*ck i’m gon’ see traffic?
and he tried to fight me for the b*tch like he b*rabbit
like he b*rabbit
a lot of blues stuffed in my pocket, b*tch, i be having (b*tch, i—)
and if he reach can’t he take [?] like he [?] (like he [?])
smoking gelonade, b*tch, i wreak havoc
all these kicks deadstock, think i need a casket (think i need a casket)
good collection plate for your b*tch, put it in a basket
how the f*ck is you a baller? you can’t make a basket (you can’t make a basket, you can’t make a basket)
i ain’t never seen you with them n*ggas, you are not active
broke n*gga tryna start some sh*t, i’ma start laughing
now they balling on his whip like it’s march madness
i was breaking b*tches ‘fore i really even started rapping
now i keep a sloppy roll, good weed and some high fashion
i’ma hit [?], caught a play, b*tch, he john madden
brodie tryna fight me for the b*tch like he b*rabbit (aye)
[verse 2: kflex]
i just sit back and observe, i don’t say much
you see me in this comme des garçons but i don’t play much (k, but i don’t—)
hit him with a real slug, he acting fake tough (he acting fake tough)
everybody fake, don’t tell me who i can’t trust (aye, aye)
standing on the couches in the club, n*gga, f*ck your couch (f*ck your couch)
i’m really ’bout a bag, tell me what you ’bout (i’m ’bout a bag)
all these blues poking out my pocket, b*tch, i be having
every time you headed to the bank why you don’t be laughing? (why you don’t be laughing?)
and this dope smoke to numb pain, this is not no hobby (this is not no—)
and it’s warzone in real life, this is not no lobby (this is not no lobby)
n*gga, it get cold with these sticks like we playing hockey (playing hockey)
n*gga, i’ll beat your b*tch up if she think she rocky
n*gga, i’ll beat your b*tch up if she think she rocky
n*gga, it get cold with these sticks like we playing hockey

- db boutabag

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