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letra de celebration - db.boutabag

[intro]
smokin’ klocks in the booth right now, on god, it’s a—
it’s a celebration, hahaha
i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me

[verse 1]
spark another ‘wood, it’s a celebration (ayy, ayy)
smoke exotic pack to get the highest just for demonstration (i get the highest, n-gga)
i swear to god, i’m tired of all these false allegations (these n-ggas cappin’)
next n-gga speakin’ on my name, he gon’ need replacements (n-gga)
young n-ggas ’bout a bag, we got it out the pavement (i’m ’bout a bag, b-tch)
b-tch, i’m only twenty, callin’ shots like i’m ron reagan
i could give a f-ck about the b-tch if she is not payin’ (that b-tch broke)
b-tch, i’m makin’ bands off this rap, i am not playin’ (i’m makin’ bands, n-gga)
and f-ck my ex-b-tches, i am not playin’ (f-ck that b-tch)
i’d still probably let ’em f-ck, but they are not stayin’ (she gotta go)
lately, i been gettin’ paid just for conversation (i’m gettin’ paid)
bro, your brodie gotta go, he broke, i heard that sh-t contagious (that n-gga broke)
to appropriately apply pressure requires preparation (ayy)
blues never mixin’ with the dubs like it’s segregation (like it’s segregation)
these b-tches, they could get a hug if they got cute faces (n-gga, n-gga)
you never slid, these n-ggas out here trippin’, they got loose laces
you can not hit this klock, these are two-faces
i’m happy when i’m up, when i was broke, i was two-faced (i was two-faced)
high and drunk at the same time, i’m too wasted
told the b-tch to finish when she done and better not waste it
[interlude]
n-gga, on my mama, n-gga, i ain’t never did this sh-t for no clout, n-gga
on my dead granny, you n-ggas do not know me, n-gga
you n-ggas don’t know sh-t, n-gga, don’t watch me, n-gga
you need to go watch that b-tch, on god

[verse 2]
soon as n-ggas get to losin’, then they start prayin’ (don’t do it now, n-gga)
n-gga, keep it real with yourself, you will not make it (you just a clown, n-gga)
you gotta work for this sh-t, you cannot fake it (it’s goin’ down, b-tch)
b-tch, you gotta step until your feet blacker than a haitian (better, ayy)
i never loved a white b-tch, but i’m not a racist (i’m not a racist)
it don’t matter if the b-tch purple if she start payin’ (she gotta pay)
we can’t get the poles in the party, we are not stayin’ (we are not stayin’)
b-tch, i got a ‘wood when you top me, don’t do no complainin’ (b-tch, don’t do no complainin’)
what the f-ck? b-tch, i keep stick (ayy, ayy)
you can’t hold a job, lil’ n-gga, you can’t keep sh-t (b-tch, you can’t keep)
what the f-ck? baby, peep drip (baby, peep drip)
same n-ggas jockin’ same n-ggas wanna sneak diss (tryna, tryna sneak diss)
pull out pocket rockets, deuce-seven, make you eat this (make you eat this)
baby told me she ain’t tryna pay, but she eat d-ck (she tryna eat d-ck)
what the f-ck wrong with sis? (ayy)
baby gotta go if she ain’t bringin’ in no f-ckin’ chips

[outro]
what the f-ck? b-tch, i keep stick
you can’t hold a job, lil’ n-gga, you can’t keep sh-t
what the f-ck? baby, peep drip
same n-ggas jockin’ same n-ggas wanna sneak diss
pull out pocket rockets, deuce-seven, make you eat this
baby told me she ain’t tryna pay, but she eat d-ck
what the f-ck wrong with sis?

- db boutabag

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