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Bout It X2
1,394
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bout It X2 was released on March 10, 2023 by Clean Unlimited as a part of the album Bout It X2 - Single
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Release DateMarch 10, 2023
LabelClean Unlimited
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
So Large
So Large
Performer
Sir Spyro
Sir Spyro
Performer
Bossman Birdie
Bossman Birdie
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adrian Murray Clarke
Adrian Murray Clarke
Songwriter
Merrick Hamilton
Merrick Hamilton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sir Spyro
Sir Spyro
Producer

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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