letra de 2 many klocks - db.boutabag
[intro]
ayy, ayy
i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me
[verse 1]
these n-ggas can’t deny nothin’, this boutabag sh-t acceptable (so acceptable)
i make some calls, n-gga, and you are not irrefutable
i done made a hundred k off streams, let’s be technical
and if the b-tch got some chips, then i’m textin’ her
she wanna see me finger f-ck these bands, it’s like s-x to her
i only want the face, don’t want the rest of her
if i can knock a b-tch, then i knock the b-tch next to her
she ain’t ’bout a bag, you ain’t gon’ hear about me s-xtin’ her
pocket finna grab my whole chest, it’s a wrestler
she said them sack n-ggas weak, i’m the best to her
well, b-tch, i want the best head, i want your neck to hurt
and i just put on all my chains and my neck gon’ hurt
[chorus]
n-ggas postin’ them throwbacks, quit that reminiscin’
they say i smoke too many klocks, i just can’t dismiss it
thinkin’ ’bout them days, mama trippin’, n-gga, wash the dishes
these n-ggas see i’m ’bout a bag, it ain’t no competition
n-ggas postin’ them throwbacks, quit that reminiscin’
they say i smoke too many klocks, i just can’t dismiss it
thinkin’ ’bout them days, mama trippin’, n-gga, wash the dishes
these n-ggas see i’m ’bout a bag, it ain’t no competition
[verse 2]
i could lose a b-tch and bag three, this sh-t regular (so regular)
you ain’t no top dog, n-gga, you the messenger
you ain’t talkin’ chips, why the f-ck you call my cellular? (don’t call my phone, then)
b-tch bad, but i don’t really like the smell on her
i don’t really want the s-x, but the check gon’ work
n-gga, when i smoke these two klocks, my chest gon’ hurt
she ain’t talkin’ ’bout a bag, it’s not gon’ work
lately i’ve been in this b-tch wallet like it ain’t her purse
[chorus]
n-ggas postin’ them throwbacks, quit that reminiscin’
they say i smoke too many klocks, i just can’t dismiss it
thinkin’ ’bout them days, mama trippin’, n-gga, wash the dishes
these n-ggas see i’m ’bout a bag, it ain’t no competition
n-ggas postin’ them throwbacks, quit that reminiscin’
they say i smoke too many klocks, i just can’t dismiss it
thinkin’ ’bout them days, mama trippin’, n-gga, wash the dishes
these n-ggas see i’m ’bout a bag, it ain’t no competition
[outro]
uh, uh, uh
these n-ggas see i’m ’bout a bag, it ain’t no competition
mama trippin’, n-gga, wash them dishes
n-ggas out here broke, n-ggas out here b-tchin’
you was in the [?] always, i was in detention
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