Bout It X2 - So Large, Sir Spyro & Bossman Birdie: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Bout It X2

So Large, Sir Spyro & Bossman Birdie

1,401Hip-Hop/Rap2023

Song Details

Bout It X2 was released on March 10, 2023 by Clean Unlimited as a part of the album Bout It X2 - Single

AlbumBout It X2 - Single

ReleasedMarch 10, 2023

LabelClean Unlimited

LanguageEnglish

BPM70

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Lyrics

(Clean)

Cuzzy 'dem got crackhouses (Lotta dem)

You're not a man, got growhouses (Big ones)

You're not a man own houses (Big ones)

Think man know what a drought is? (Doubt it)

If you're in a drought then shout us (Shout us)

Man's 'bout it, man's 'bout it

(Sounds of the Sir)

'Bout it, 'Bout it (Whoos')

Buss down thirty-six ounces

Re-up can't fit in my trousers (Big boy)

I've got the whole strip bouncing

Hundreds of thousands

'Bout it, 'Bout it (Whoos')

Buss down thirty-six ounces (Clean)

Re-up can't fit in my trousers

I've got the whole strip bouncing

Hundreds of thousands

'Bout it, 'Bout it

Buss down thirty-six ounces (Yeah)

Re-up can't fit in my trousers (Rude)

I've got the whole strip bouncing

I've got bands, I'm a bandit

'Bout it, 'Bout it

Buss down thirty-six ounces (Whoos')

Re-up can't fit in my trousers (Clean)

I've got the whole strip bouncing

(Bounce, bounce)

Full time, man I skunk seller (Full time)

Push me, I push gun trigger (Whoos')

You think man ain't a bloodshedder

Raise up ya' mum's blood pressure

She shoulda raised her son better (She failed)

Rain on man like an umbrella (Bullet)

Rip your sweater, rip your ches' up

If you get up, don't call the Met up

Nah, 'dem boy ain't on my level

They ain't ever copped no Benz wid' the leather (Never)

Yard trips, fuck Marbella (Fuck it yah)

I told my PO I'm a car seller

But nah, big marijuana seller

I'm onto the bread like Nutella

'Cah still serve a boy with the toast

But man don't work in no breakfast club, I'm-

'Bout it, 'Bout it (Whoos')

Buss down thirty-six ounces

Re-up can't fit in my trousers (Big boy)

I've got the whole strip bouncing

Hundreds of thousands

'Bout it, 'Bout it (Whoos')

Buss down thirty-six ounces (Clean)

Re-up can't fit in my trousers

I've got the whole strip bouncing

Hundreds of thousands

'Bout it, 'Bout it

Buss down thirty-six ounces (Yeah)

Re-up can't fit in my trousers (Rude)

I've got the whole strip bouncing

I've got bands, I'm a bandit

'Bout it, 'Bout it

Buss down thirty-six ounces (Whoos')

Re-up can't fit in my trousers (Yeah, Clean)

I've got the whole strip bouncing

(Bounce, bounce)

I wrote this baggin' up 'alf a key, this trap talk ain't 'ard for me

Pussios say they're after me, best be 'bout it, 'bout it, Master P

On my CV that said pharmacy, I grow crops like a farmer g

They think this game's all sweet, try shitting out packs, that's nasty g

Bussdown, three-six, bare packs, g shit

Bare cats, Felix, Sylvester, Heathcliff

M-way, M6, four nines, one glizz

True stories, no fibs, on god, I'm 'bout this

'Bout it, 'Bout it (Whoos')

Buss down thirty-six ounces

Re-up can't fit in my trousers (Big boy)

I've got the whole strip bouncing

Hundreds of thousands

'Bout it, 'Bout it (Whoos')

Buss down thirty-six ounces (Clean)

Re-up can't fit in my trousers

I've got the whole strip bouncing

Hundreds of thousands

'Bout it, 'Bout it

Buss down thirty-six ounces (Yeah)

Re-up can't fit in my trousers (Rude)

I've got the whole strip bouncing

I've got bands, I'm a bandit

'Bout it, 'Bout it

Buss down thirty-six ounces (Whoos')

Re-up can't fit in my trousers (Clean)

I've got the whole strip bouncing

(Bounce, bounce)

Written by: Adrian Murray Clarke, Merrick Hamilton

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