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lirik lagu db.boutabag - drink bleech

[intro: db.boutabag]
i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me

[verse 1: db.boutabag]
ayy, b~tch, i’m that n~gga now, this sh~t ain’t hard to see
and all my b~tches say i talk too much, it’s vvs in my t~~th
this n~gga think it’s sweet, doin’ bad break this n~gga beak
and i ain’t f~ckin’ with them n~ggas, boy, they (broke as they could be)
apply pressure on these beats, they cut my sons, stay out the ways
it’s hard to say, if you ain’t in your bag, b~tch, you in the way
it only take a couple g’s to really put some bta
my lil’ b~tch give the best brain (what’s her gpa?)
and all that trollin’ n~ggas doin’, that sh~t won’t never phase me
blood told me if he act street, then leave him in the street
that same three you spent on rent, i spent that three on my feet
i just dropped like two b~tches, one day into this weak

[chorus: db.boutabag]
got two phones like kg, b~tch, i think i need three
matter fact, just drop low, they (pullin’ up like kd)
your lame ass should’ve never let that b~tch think it’s sweet
you’s a cheeseburger, n~gga, k!ll yourself, drink bleach
don’t bring your b~tch to the club ’cause she gon’ choose on db
don’t you know, n~gga, you shouldn’t bring seash~lls to the beach?
i done ran that bag up a hundred times times three
twenty klocks in this whip, it’s two b~tches plus me, n~gga
got two phones like kg, b~tch, i think i need three
matter fact, just drop low, they pullin’ up like kd
your lame ass should’ve never let the b~tch think it’s sweet
you’s a cheeseburger, n~gga, k!ll yourself, drink bleach)
[verse 2: db.boutabag]
b~tch, i up baggage, you can’t have it, let me see what you gon’ do
you want attention from the boutabag, n~gga, then bring some blues
i sh~t talk, b~tch, i don’t trap no more, for a couple blues
but if i had to, i’d send a couple packs to the moon
all that dog sh~t i hear you talk about is past due
you spent a dub on that whip, i spent a dub on my jewels
it ain’t sh~t to hit the mall and drop some bands on my shoes
(b~tch, i’m the boutabag n~gga, didn’t you hear the news?)
b~tch, i’m the boutabag n~gga, can’t you see this loaf?
time to run that bag up, on your mark, get set, go
i could give a f~ck how much pape i got, b~tch, i need some more
you can’t run that bag up, right, left, get out the door

[verse 3: daboii]
you can’t run that bag up, b~tch, get the f~ck up out the whip
the club dry then buck ups, we’d get it crackin’ in this b~tch
i’m the coach, john madden, it ain’t sh~t to send a blitz
and i’d up a whole hundred, none of these b~tches counterfeit
b~tch, i’m grindin’ all year, every day it’s nike tech
and i don’t need an army with me, when you see me, i’m to the neck
like a bad~ass kid, we pull up and make a mess
i told her let my brother hit her, after that, b~tch, top me next
so when my brother died, i ain’t wanna rap, take a field trip
b~tch, how the f~ck your ass fake but you a real b~tch?
it be days i don’t even know how i deal with it
she want me to pull up on her, i don’t trust it, who you live with?
thought he was invincible, who, he think he king kong?
before the day my brother died, my brother told me keep goin’
play that baby boutaboy, she talkin’ ’bout it’s her theme song
pull my yin yang out, bend her over, skeet on her
’bout a bag like db, bounce her out, we three deep
my yns, they fetch souls, get to droppin’ ee
don’t ask me if i want the smoke ’cause i’ll turn into chief keef
told her she can’t bring it in then you’d never see me (on the gang, n~gga)

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