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letra de crunch time - db.boutabag

[intro]
i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me

[verse 1]
i ain’t stoppin’ ’til my money like a lunch line
my brother snuck my brother, how the f-ck i’m ‘posed to trust mine?
you don’t, n-gga, step in your lane ’cause it’s crunch time
now i’m in the stu’, hotbox the booth ’til i’m puff five
and i ain’t never broke the code but they don’t trust me either
any n-gga cross my mama son, his mama meet nina
new b-tches textin’ every day, you know i’m tryna bleed ’em
hit the b-tch out the ballpark, thought i was derek jeter
ayy, i used to wanna be like derrick rose
a b-tch, now i’m db.boutabag, i gotta keep a roll
a lot of n-ggas bite my flow, b-tch, don’t get exposed
the n-ggas that i knew when i was young, they changed when i was old
f-ck that, i’m to the neck, if i can’t trust a soul
my brother told me, “n-gga, rock these shows and i’ma wrap these ‘bows”
ain’t no talkin’, if they drivin’ funny, gotta park his load
and receive four and still make a n-gga stop, drop and roll
[chorus]
where your bag at? you got yours ’cause i got mine
you gotta play it cool when you in saks ’cause it’s shot flyin’
i’m the one, could give a f-ck about a top nine
i got a b-tch that punch some numbers in like it’s lunchtime

[verse 2]
ayy, new vehicle, car speedin’ past the one time
n-ggas with no slappy always sayin’ i’ma bust mine
ayy, b-tch, i’m ballin’, march madness, call it crunch time
smoke a whole half and, b-tch, i’m higher than a stunt bike
ayy, just to post your b-tch right, i only need a night
had her catchin’ kids for the night like she jerry rice
the way lil’ baby blew me off, i almost caught a flight
grown b-tches in two different states, i got a double life
i like my forces all white like a plate of rice
soon as baby see these racks bustin’, she gon’ f-ck tonight
ayy, look, she gon’ f-ck tonight
soon as baby see these racks bustin’, she gon’ f-ck tonight

[chorus]
where your bag at? you got yours ’cause i got mine
you gotta play it cool when you in saks ’cause it’s shot flyin’
i’m the one, could give a f-ck about a top nine
i got a b-tch that punch some numbers in like it’s lunchtime
[outro]
ayy, new vehicle, car speedin’ past the one time
n-ggas with no slappy always sayin’ i’ma bust mine
ayy, b-tch, i’m ballin’, march madness, call it crunch time
smoke a whole half and, b-tch, i’m higher than a stunt bike
ayy, just to post your b-tch right, i only need a night
had her catchin’ kids for the night like she jerry rice
the way lil’ baby blew me off, i almost caught a flight
grown b-tches in two different states, i got a double life

- db boutabag

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