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db.boutabag - both ways lyrics

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[intro]
(lonis on this)
i’m in my bag, n+ggas can’t throw no shade
i got a bad b+tch, she go both ways
ayy, i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me

[chorus]
i’m in my bag, n+ggas can’t throw no shade
i got a bad b+tch, she go both ways
it’s all gas, fast cars, propane
n+ggas talkin’ blue hundreds, then go pull ’em out the bank, n+gga

[verse 1]
b+tch, i’m the boutabag n+gga, what you think, baby?
relationship won’t last long if i can’t get no pape’, baby
and i’m bustin’ off these shrooms, not no drunk, baby
bottle crackin’ all day, i might f+ck around and faint, baby
plead this, told n+ggas peep drip
n+gga’s got his ball took, now he cryin’ ’bout the b+tch
you ain’t throw no racks in the club, this n+gga threw a ‘fit
money bags, vvss, louis kicks, don’t trip
when you on that road, n+gga, stay on your ten, don’t slip
i’ve been in my bag, n+gga, i don’t needs no b+tch
i’m just a fly+ass n+gga, gang, i barely need a whip
all these chains on my neck, it’s lookin’ like i sold a brick, n+gga
[chorus]
i’m in my bag, n+ggas can’t throw no shade
i got a bad b+tch, she go both ways
it’s all gas, fast cars, propane
n+ggas talkin’ blue hundreds, then go pull ’em out the bank, n+gga
i’m in my bag, n+ggas can’t throw no shade
i got a bad b+tch, she go both ways
it’s all gas, fast cars, propanе
n+ggas talkin’ blue hundreds, then go pull ‘еm out the bank, n+gga

[verse 2]
skinny n+gga, catch me in the big+body whip
i’ll put these vvs on his small+ass wrist
if i’m not in my bag, n+gga, what you call this?
essential hoodie and some purples, n+gga, that is not drip
i threw a sollie on my son and threw a solid on my b+tch
i might f+ck around and sn+tch the whole rap off this rip
if she not a throat goat, then it’s a wrap for that b+tch
stop that d+ck ridin’, n+gga, let me rap or get blitzed
brodie mad ’cause he ain’t got no motion
b+tch, i’ve been high all day, i’m still rollin’
he claimed a runner, why this n+gga b+tch on me?
i know i’m winnin’, n+gga, she gon’ treat me like a trophy
i got more money than your dad, that’s facts
no rap, knocked the baddest b+tch and put her on her back
every time i had a win, them n+ggas wouldn’t even clap
and i ain’t f+ckin’ with that b+tch if she ain’t got no racks, n+gga
[chorus]
i’m in my bag, n+ggas can’t throw no shade
i got a bad b+tch, she go both ways
it’s all gas, fast cars, propane
n+ggas talkin’ blue hundreds, then go pull ’em out the bank, n+gga
i’m in my bag, n+ggas can’t throw no shade
i got a bad b+tch, she go both ways
it’s all gas, fast cars, propane
n+ggas talkin’ blue hundreds, then go pull ’em out the bank, n+gga (bank, n+gga)



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