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db.boutabag - it's only right lyrics

[intro]
it’s only right
it’s only right i drop a—
only right i drop a bag for all the times i ain’t— (wassupfabe)
ayy
i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me

[chorus]
it’s only right i drop a bag for all the times i ain’t had sh+t
in this big body with a bad b+tch
i guarantee you i ain’t nothin’ like your last n+gga
and on my mama, i ain’t lookin’ for my last b+tch (i ain’t looking)

[verse 1]
baby tried to use her cat to get back at me
stupid b+tch watch my new b+tch, throw some racks at me
behind tint, she gon’ eat d+ck like a krabby patty
i’m not finna tell this b+tch my name, she gon’ call me daddy
run that bag up faster than jackrabbit, stupid n+gga
i see this n+gga think he havin’ motion, but we still gon’ get him
same n+ggas you’ve been d+ck sucking better be with you
i ain’t seen this n+gga in a minute, but i need my issue
brodie step back, wipe his nose, dog gon’ need some tissue
i’ll cut that b+tch off so quick, it’s an early dismissal
i need my chicken, shе gon’ suck bone down to the gristle
i got forty+fivе klocks in this whip like i’m donovan mitch+ll
[chorus]
it’s only right i drop a bag for all the times i ain’t had sh+t
in this big body with a bad b+tch
i guarantee you i ain’t nothin’ like your last n+gga
and on my mama, i ain’t lookin’ for my last b+tch
it’s only right i drop a bag for all the times i ain’t had sh+t
in this big body with a bad b+tch
i guarantee you i ain’t nothin’ like your last n+gga
and on my mama, i ain’t lookin’ for my last b+tch

[verse 2]
lookin’ for my last b+tch, on god, that b+tch could skate
when it came down to real sh+t, she couldn’t bust a grape
hit my new b+tch from the back, i got her saying
and i’m not gon’ take a break, put that sh+t on every day
all these racks on, way i’m walking, you would’ve thought i’m off some drank
and the way he make diss songs, get his ass some armor plates
two+stepping for the bag, watch me harlem shake
finna be a millionaire, i’m just a couple songs away
it’s only right i drop a bag for all them n+ggas out there hated on me
now hate on this, b+tch, i got paper on me
tried to put these n+ggas on, i ain’t never had to snake my homie
it is what it is, see brodie, we gon’ get up on him
we gon’ get up on him, i play—
i play it smooth, but keep thirty sh+lls on me like macaroni (macaroni)
like macaroni
huh, free your b+tch, free brodie, and, on my mama, r.i.p the homies
[chorus]
it’s only right i drop a bag for all the times i ain’t had sh+t
in this big body with a bad b+tch
i guarantee you i ain’t nothin’ like your last n+gga
and on my mama, i ain’t lookin’ for my last b+tch
(it’s only right i drop a bag for all them n+ggas out there hated on me
now hate on this, b+tch, i got paper on me
tried to put these n+ggas on, i ain’t never had to snake my homie
it is what it is, see brodie, we gon’ get up on him)

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