letra de 1st off - db.boutabag
[intro]
’cause i can, n-gga
better ask your last b-tch, i keep
second off, quit talkin’ out your, ’cause you don’t keep glock
lil’ n-gga, i ain’t got no sense like i’m key glock (i’m boutabag, ain’t gotta ask me)
[chorus]
first off, i be talkin’ sh-t ’cause i can, n-gga
you better ask your last b-tch, i keep bands, n-gga
second off, quit talkin’ out your neck, ’cause you don’t keep glock
lil’ n-gga, i ain’t got no sense like i’m key glock
third off, n-ggas talkin’ smart, pick this nerd off
i’m on this intersection, d-mn near finna swerve off
four, five, six, seven b-tches gettin’ broke off
n-gga, do we got a problem? like i’m loc dog
[verse 1]
how the f-ck is n-ggas ’bout a bag and i don’t know y’all?
all my n-ggas in this b-tch, these my road dogs
and all for jody woah, on my mama, they gon’ smoke dog
since day one, this bag sh-t been the same, n-gga
we still throw them b’s for boutabag, this ain’t no gang, n-gga
and to them n-ggas speakin’ on it, they some d-ck sucks
it only take a ‘wood and thirty minutes, get your b-tch f-cked
in this b-tch clocked, high as f-ck, i got the hiccups
lil’ baby, put your pants on, i need my d-ck sucked
racks bustin’ out these jeans, i can’t lift up
you walk around broke all day, you a sick f-ck
racks keep fallin’ through these pants, i can’t pick up
[chorus]
first off, i be talkin’ sh-t ’cause i can, n-gga
you better ask your last b-tch, i keep bands, n-gga
second off, quit talkin’ out your neck, ’cause you don’t keep glock
lil’ n-gga, i ain’t got no sense like i’m key glock
third off, n-ggas talkin’ smart, pick this nerd off
i’m on this intersection, d-mn near finna swerve off
four, five, six, seven b-tches gettin’ broke off
n-gga, do we got a problem? like i’m loc dog
[verse 2]
first off, all these b-tches love to shake that ass to me
we in the party goin’ up, now i’m grabbin’ cheeks
second off, baby tryna f-ck, now she grabbin’ meat
i only f-cked the b-tch once, how she in love with me?
third off, b-tch, don’t hit this phone when i’m roadrunning
i ain’t tryna hold your hand, i’m tryna hold hundreds
made ’bout five, six thousand in these roadrunners
and baby, i ain’t tuckin’ sh-t, i’m with some cold gunners
your b-tch, i’m gon’ walk past, she need some more cash
how the f-ck you broke, but you the man with your mark ass?
this sh-t is too nice, ten bands in two nights
the only thing we runnin’ from them red and them blue lights
your b-tch, i’m gon’ walk past, she need some more cash
how the f-ck you broke, but you the man with your mark ass?
this sh-t is too nice, ten bands in two nights
the only thing we runnin’ from them red and them blue lights
[chorus]
first off, i be talkin’ sh-t ’cause i can, n-gga
you better ask your last b-tch, i keep bands, n-gga
second off, quit talkin’ out your neck, ’cause you don’t keep glock
lil’ n-gga, i ain’t got no sense like i’m key glock
third off, n-ggas talkin’ smart, pick this nerd off
i’m on this intersection, d-mn near finna swerve off
four, five, six, seven b-tches gettin’ broke off
n-gga, do we got a problem? like i’m loc dog
[outro]
do we? like i’m loc dog
do we got a problem? like i’m loc dog
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