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db.boutabag - how that go lyrics

[intro]
ayy, that n+gga got a grab, flexin’ for that— how do that go? (how do that go?)
[?], and i might hit her with a backstroke
she gon’ give me top ’til her lips swole (’til her lips swole)
i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me

[chorus]
that n+gga got grab, flexin’ for that b+tch, how do that go?
that p+ssy fire, i might hit her with a backstroke
off the back, she gon’ give me top ’til her lips swolen
b+tch, i’m gon’ run that bag up ’til my hips broke
that n+gga got grab, flexin’ for that b+tch, how do that go?
that p+ssy fire, i might hit her with a backstroke
off the back, she gon’ give me top ’til her lips swolen
b+tch, i’m gon’ run that bag up ’til my hips broke

[verse 1]
we can take a trip for this bag, it’s not no playdate
put that sh+t on, now all these b+tches screaming mayday
baby really think i can’t break her like she ray j
these n+ggas be on f+ck sh+t, these b+tches on the same thing
i can’t tuck sh+t, i’m in this function, let my chain sw+ng
i’m really from them trenches, n+gga, that’ll make your life change
now i’m buffed+up cartiers with the white frames
and this b+tch bad, she eat d+ck like some ice cream
i mean some ice cream, bands in these tight jeans
we could talk about all these sticks and all these beams
i could pull up on your b+tch, sell her all these dreams
i just quarterbacked another pack to colorado springs
lil’ n+gga, that was light sh+t
i forgot about a fifty ball on some high sh+t
this a big body, h+ll nah you can’t drive this
you ain’t in your bag, b+tch, h+ll nah you can’t ride d+ck
[chorus]
that n+gga got grab, flexin’ for that b+tch, how do that go?
that p+ssy fire, i might hit her with a backstroke
off the back, she gon’ give me top ’til her lips swolen
b+tch, i’m gon’ run that bag up ’til my hips broke
that n+gga got grab, flexin’ for that b+tch, how do that go?
that p+ssy fire, i might hit her with a backstroke
off the back, she gon’ give me top ’til her lips swolen
b+tch, i’m gon’ run that bag up ’til my hips broke

[verse 2]
don’t you know i’ll slap some forgiatos on a 64?
fall asleep off three shrooms, wake up and just get dough
she get around, what you always cryin’ for that b+tch for?
playin’ with d3, n+gga, that’ll get your sh+t broke
give me top then roll another klock, b+tch, don’t choke
i was wolfin’ to my p.o sayin’ i don’t smoke
you didn’t know my name, i guess, b+tch, i’m big klock, n+gga
if i’m in this b+tch by myself, i bet i got glock with me
(you didn’t know my name, i guess, b+tch, i’m big klock, n+gga
if i’m in this b+tch by myself, i bet i got glock with me)
bape on my jacket, chrome heart on my socks, n+gga
think you f+ckin’ with me, must be high off two rocks, n+gga
ayy, either that or a whippet can
rip drakeo, rko a n+gga think he vince mcmahon
we gon’ sweep sh+t like jodie woh, do my lil’ dance
b+tch, i’m boutabag, i up racks, not no lil’ bands, n+gga
[chorus]
that n+gga got grab, flexin’ for that b+tch, how do that go?
that p+ssy fire, i might hit her with a backstroke
off the back, she gon’ give me top ’til her lips swolen
b+tch, i’m gon’ run that bag up ’til my hips broke
that n+gga got grab, flexin’ for that b+tch, how do that go?
that p+ssy fire, i might hit her with a backstroke
off the back, she gon’ give me top ’til her lips swolen
b+tch, i’m gon’ run that bag up ’til my hips broke

[outro]
flexin’ for that— how do that go?
this n+gga got grab, fire, i might hit her with a backstroke
she gon’ give me top ’til her lips swolen
i might hit her with a backstroke

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