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db.boutabag - back 2 back lyrics

[intro]
kids next door
ay, look
[verse 1: bagz]
look, we got glocks we got chops
keep stick up in my pop
bet i do a n+gga greasy ain’t gon play wit it
bet that bag y’all go crazy
you know glocks don’t got no safety, i do a n+gga wrong
that’s on my baby n+gga
we get the bag and bring it home, money get me in my mode
how reesy trippin’ bout his sh+t if i say get him
n+ggas dying everyday, i gotta keep it on my waist
when you out here in the field it ain’t safe n+gga
[verse 2: db.boutabag]
i’m boutabag ain’t gotta ask, she got ass, she got cash
i might just try to have a baby with the b+tch
one wrong move we do you shady
on my lane goin’ baby
ain’t no talkin’ goin brazy with them sticks n+gga
all this dark in my cup, smoke gelonade ain’t no runts
i paid close to three hunnid for this zip n+gga
i’m boutabag b+tch don’t judge
i’m with the thugs we off drugs
lil n+gga better not mug in this b+tch with us
[verse 3: dada]
hе got glocks, we got chops and this stick hold a line watchin’ out for the roads, i’m bеndin’ blocks wit it
i been a boy since a youngin’
no pole, i was thumpin’
one thing i was told, no runnin’ n+gga
i lost my brother got me sick and it’s why i stay on tip
i play it smooth off the hip with a grip attached
i remember we was ot, jodye took him out his t++th
and he ain’t get it back
[outro]
and he ain’t get it back
and he ain’t get it back

- db boutabag lyrics

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