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db.boutabag - sloppy roll lyrics

[verse 1: tlg jay]
sixty blues in my pocket, that’s a sloppy roll
hit my plug for the re+up, i just shop and go
tap dancin’ on the work just to make a profit
n+ggas speakin’ on my name, they need to f+ckin’ stop it
why you cuffin’ on that b+tch? she be f+ckin’ thots
f+ck your mammy and your homies, put him in the coffin
smokin’ on your dead homies, yeah, i do that often
if your homie turned the trip then i’ma have to off him
feelin’ live i’m dsteves, i got h+lla poles
if we find out that you snitchin’ then you get exposed
h+lla glocks, lil’ baby, we got h+lla poles
h+lla bands, lil’ baby, we got h+lla rolls
[?] it back, lil’ baby, gotta play it smooth
i’ll f+ck your b+tch and shake your hand, b+tch, i’d play it cool
why you actin’ like you tough? you ain’t that kind of dude
these b+tches say i changed, n+gga, touchin’ all the blues (i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me)

[verse 2: db.boutabag]
i hear these n+ggas talkin’, see these n+ggas like to sneak diss
and your b+tch a freak, i swear to god she just meat l!ck
big bro slidin’ outside tryna sweep sh+t
cannot do him dirty and i think it got a heat sense
i’m ballin’, n+ggas better get up on they defense (i’m out here ballin’)
and all my brothers street sweepers, they just sweep sh+t
this 42 kick like mj and bruce lee, b+tch
n+ggas out here gay like rupaul on some sweet sh+t
if she wanna put it in her jaw on the weekends
i was bummy, now i’m gettin’ money, let it sink in
they ain’t wanna f+ck me, gotta tell me switch the d in
f+ck it, b+tch, i’m out here ballin’ like the d in
do a n+gga dirty, that’s on god, you try to reach in
dee be in her pockets, in her purse i gotta reach in
sloppy roll, gettin’ sloppy toppy for the weekend
f+ck her once a month, but i’ma break her every weekend (that’s my cho)
[verse 3: tlg jay]
i’m on the road, i gotta get it, i’m a risk taker
lil’ brodie up that chop, it’s a risk taker
why you actin’ like you trappin’? you gets no paper
two hundred on the dash, b+tch, this ain’t no f+ckin’ scr+per

[verse 4: db.boutabag]
ayy, b+tch, this ain’t no f+ckin’ scr+per
you out here ballin’ like the kings, i’m ballin’ like the lakers
you n+ggas ain’t got no money, y’all n+ggas out here fakers
two klocks klockin’ in this klock, you know that i’m a faker

[verse 5: tlg jay]
yeah, i’m flexin’ in this b+tch, if you slid with the stick
we done slid with the 40 with the 30 in this b+tch
yeah, i f+cked a n+gga b+tch, after that, then i dipped
she ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, she ain’t talkin’ ’bout no chips
b+tch, i’m tryna go get rich, yeah, we slidin’ with the stick
bro, these n+ggas really talkin’ like my n+ggas don’t do hits
like my n+ggas don’t do l!cks, i done f+cked a n+gga b+tch
she ain’t talkin’ ’bout no cheese and after that then i dipped
gotta go

- db boutabag lyrics

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