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letra de best man - db.boutabag

[intro: db.boutabag]
(what’s happenin’, soldado?)
ayy, ayy
(thank you fizzle)
i’m the best man
(smoov, what’s good, baby)
ayy

[chorus: db.boutabag]
baby, bring your pape’ to me, i’m the best man
got my hands on a fifty-ball and did the best dance
i won’t sell out for the b-tch, i got too many fans
why you always flexin’ on the ‘gram? i got too many bands
baby, bring your pape’ to me, i’m the best man
got my hands on a fifty-ball and did the best dance
i won’t sell out for the b-tch, i got too many fans
why you always flexin’ on the ‘gram? i got too many bands

[verse 1: db.boutabag]
[?] bring your pape’ to me, i’m the best guy
you don’t have to pay me for my presence, this ain’t best buy
your n-gga told me you was ’bout a bag but couldn’t flex five
i was walkin’ on my ten, now i got a ride
[?] got a problem, don’t makе a post, just pull me to the side
[?], b-tch, that’s a twеnty ball in my eyes
[?] wock’, straight drop, now i’m gettin’ high
i just woke up and made a ten, now i’m gettin’ fly
i had to get me a new b-tch, that sh-t gettin’ dry
the b-tch hit the bank before 3, i’m pullin’ up at 5
how you say the b-tch yours but she think she mine?
baby always treat me like a king even though i’m lyin’
[chorus: db.boutabag]
baby, bring your pape’ to me, i’m the best man
got my hands on a fifty-ball and did the best dance
i won’t sell out for the b-tch, i got too many fans
why you always flexin’ on the ‘gram? i got too many bands
baby, bring your pape’ to me, i’m the best man
got my hands on a fifty-ball and did the best dance
i won’t sell out for the b-tch, i got too many fans
why you always flexin’ on the ‘gram? i got too many bands

[verse 2: ralfy the plug]
i get the bag and break dance, the plug too cool
stincs run la, we the leaders of the new school
n-ggas ain’t on nothin’, you gon’ have to purchase some new goons
most of the n-ggas beefin’ with me silver spoon
i done broke all type of races, a pilgrim too
leave her kids with graham graham just to feel my mood
b-tch, stop eatin’ all your snacks, spillin’ juice
leave some ralfy runtz on the table so you know the plug came through
i want your head and bread, don’t really plan on savin’ you
i’m a lyin’-ass cheetah, my grandpa is a sabertooth
i need a b-tch that’s gon’ pull up with some money and my favorite juice
you a ho and i know pastor ralfy not ashamed of you, the plug

- db boutabag

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