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letra de both ways - db.boutabag

[intro]
(lonis on this)
i’m in my bag, n-ggas can’t throw no shade
i got a bad b-tch, she go both ways
ayy, i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me

[chorus]
i’m in my bag, n-ggas can’t throw no shade
i got a bad b-tch, she go both ways
it’s all gas, fast cars, propane
n-ggas talkin’ blue hundreds, then go pull ’em out the bank, n-gga

[verse 1]
b-tch, i’m the boutabag n-gga, what you think, baby?
relationship won’t last long if i can’t get no pape’, baby
and i’m bustin’ off these shrooms, not no drunk, baby
bottle crackin’ all day, i might f-ck around and faint, baby
plead this, told n-ggas peep drip
n-gga’s got his ball took, now he cryin’ ’bout the b-tch
you ain’t throw no racks in the club, this n-gga threw a ‘fit
money bags, vvss, louis kicks, don’t trip
when you on that road, n-gga, stay on your ten, don’t slip
i’ve been in my bag, n-gga, i don’t needs no b-tch
i’m just a fly-ass n-gga, gang, i barely need a whip
all these chains on my neck, it’s lookin’ like i sold a brick, n-gga
[chorus]
i’m in my bag, n-ggas can’t throw no shade
i got a bad b-tch, she go both ways
it’s all gas, fast cars, propane
n-ggas talkin’ blue hundreds, then go pull ’em out the bank, n-gga
i’m in my bag, n-ggas can’t throw no shade
i got a bad b-tch, she go both ways
it’s all gas, fast cars, propanе
n-ggas talkin’ blue hundreds, then go pull ‘еm out the bank, n-gga

[verse 2]
skinny n-gga, catch me in the big-body whip
i’ll put these vvs on his small-ass wrist
if i’m not in my bag, n-gga, what you call this?
essential hoodie and some purples, n-gga, that is not drip
i threw a sollie on my son and threw a solid on my b-tch
i might f-ck around and sn-tch the whole rap off this rip
if she not a throat goat, then it’s a wrap for that b-tch
stop that d-ck ridin’, n-gga, let me rap or get blitzed
brodie mad ’cause he ain’t got no motion
b-tch, i’ve been high all day, i’m still rollin’
he claimed a runner, why this n-gga b-tch on me?
i know i’m winnin’, n-gga, she gon’ treat me like a trophy
i got more money than your dad, that’s facts
no rap, knocked the baddest b-tch and put her on her back
every time i had a win, them n-ggas wouldn’t even clap
and i ain’t f-ckin’ with that b-tch if she ain’t got no racks, n-gga
[chorus]
i’m in my bag, n-ggas can’t throw no shade
i got a bad b-tch, she go both ways
it’s all gas, fast cars, propane
n-ggas talkin’ blue hundreds, then go pull ’em out the bank, n-gga
i’m in my bag, n-ggas can’t throw no shade
i got a bad b-tch, she go both ways
it’s all gas, fast cars, propane
n-ggas talkin’ blue hundreds, then go pull ’em out the bank, n-gga (bank, n-gga)

- db boutabag

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