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DB.Boutabag
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DB.Boutabag
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(Lonis on this)
I'm in my bag, **** can't throw no shade
I got a bad bitch, she go both ways
Ayy, I'm 'bout a bag, ain't gotta ask me
I'm in my bag, **** can't throw no shade
I got a bad bitch, she go both ways
It's all gas, fast cars, propane
**** talkin' blue hundreds, then go pull 'em out the bank, ****
Bitch, I'm the Boutabag ****, 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 fuck around and faint, baby
Plead this, told **** peep drip
****'s got his ball took, now he cryin' 'bout the bitch
You ain't throw no racks in the club, this **** threw a 'fit
Money bags, VVSs, Louis kicks, don't trip
When you on that road, ****, stay on your ten, don't slip
I've been in my bag, ****, I don't needs no bitch
I'm just a fly-ass ****, gang, I barely need a whip
All these chains on my neck, it's lookin' like I sold a brick, ****
I'm in my bag, **** can't throw no shade
I got a bad bitch, she go both ways
It's all gas, fast cars, propane
**** talkin' blue hundreds, then go pull 'em out the bank, ****
I'm in my bag, **** can't throw no shade
I got a bad bitch, she go both ways
It's all gas, fast cars, propane
**** talkin' blue hundreds, then go pull 'em out the bank, ****
Skinny ****, catch me in the big-body whip
I'll put these VVs on his small-ass wrist
If I'm not in my bag, ****, what you call this?
Essential hoodie and some Purples, ****, that is not drip
I threw a Sollie on my son and threw a solid on my bitch
I might fuck around and snatch the whole rap off this rip
If she not a throat goat, then it's a wrap for that bitch
Stop that dick ridin', ****, let me rap or get blitzed
Brodie mad 'cause he ain't got no motion
Bitch, I've been high all day, I'm still rollin'
He claimed a runner, why this **** bitch on me?
I know I'm winnin', ****, she gon' treat me like a trophy
I got more money than your dad, that's facts
No rap, knocked the baddest bitch and put her on her back
Every time I had a win, them **** wouldn't even clap
And I ain't fuckin' with that bitch if she ain't got no racks, ****
I'm in my bag, **** can't throw no shade
I got a bad bitch, she go both ways
It's all gas, fast cars, propane
**** talkin' blue hundreds, then go pull 'em out the bank, ****
I'm in my bag, **** can't throw no shade
I got a bad bitch, she go both ways
It's all gas, fast cars, propane
**** talkin' blue hundreds, then go pull 'em out the bank, **** (Bank, ****)
Written by: DB.Boutabag