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letra de fettuccine - db.boutabag

[intro]
ooh, saul
i’m boutabag, ain’t gotta ask me
i’m boutabag, ain’t gotta ask me

[chorus]
free my drillers out that cage, all my n-ggas really demons (free my hitters)
not trippin’ off a n-gga, bag klan, better believe it (i’m boutabag)
she fiendin’, gave the lil’ b-tch d-ck, now she screamin’ (now she mad)
how this fifty clock, got a n-gga in here cheesin’ (i’m in here cryin’)
i’m really tired of these n-ggas talkin’ macho (talkin’ macho)
’bout my fettuccine, cook a n-gga like a taco (get that n-gga)
you n-ggas weenies, that’s on god, that’s on my vatos (that’s on god)
b-tch, i’m from south sac’, that be iraq, where you cannot go (i’m from iraq)

[verse 1]
bad b-tch slim thick, mexicano (she h-lla bad)
sippin’ on belaire, won’t catch me pourin’ out moscato (sippin’ henny)
i been smokin’ dope, been rollin’ out the fronto (out the fronto)
been hit the road, been rockin’ with my vatos (skrrt)
a n-gga turnin’ down a fade, he got shot though (gang)
you win some, you lose most, i know n-ggas gon’ rock though (he gon’ rock)
same n-ggas i was broke with, that’s the same n-ggas i’ll rock for (i’m gon’ rock)
you not for, brody wet a n-gga like a poncho (wet him up)

[chorus]
i’m really tired of these n-ggas talkin’ macho (talkin’ macho)
my fettuccine, cook a n-gga like a taco (get that n-gga)
you n-ggas weenies, that’s on god, that’s on my vatos (that’s on god)
b-tch, i’m from south sac’, that be iraq, where you cannot go (i’m from iraq)
i’m really tired of these n-ggas talkin’ macho (i swear to god)
my fettuccine, cook a n-gga like a taco (skrrt, skrrt)
you n-ggas weenies, that’s on god, that’s on my vatos (that’s on god)
b-tch, i’m from south sac’, that be iraq, where you cannot go (gang, gang)

[verse 2]
speak on herb or dollas, we gon’ blow n-ggas, dome nigas (gang)
two, four, six, eight, ten different poles with us (h-lla poles)
brody got the ‘wood, my big brother tryna roll n-ggas, ayy (he tryna roll)
heard you talkin’ out your neck, then we expose n-ggas (we expose)
step into my soul’s thunder, told him he a soul hunter, ayy (take a soul)
disrespect, i gotta beat him like he stole somethin’ (beat his -ss)
now i’m comin’ up, i swear these n-ggas think i owe somethin’ (they think i owe)
two clocks clockin’ in this clock, i’m on the road with it (i’m out here clockin’)
b-tch, i’m out here smokin’ all these meds just like an old n-gga (i’m h-lla old)
how your brother die, but you ain’t slide? you a cold n-gga (you h-lla cold)
b-tch, i’m out here feelin’ like i’m st–z, i’m h-lla bold with it (i’m h-lla bold)
b-tches all on, and yeah, she suckin’ on the, uh

[chorus]
i’m really tired of these n-ggas talkin’ macho (i swear to god)
cook a n-gga like a taco (gang, gang)
you n-ggas weenies, that’s on god, that’s on my vatos (skrrt)
b-tch, i’m from south sac’, that be iraq, where you can not go (i’m from iraq)

[interlude]
ayy, you talkin’ macho (talkin’ macho)
pullin’ up with, like a taco (skrrt)
ayy, that’s on my vatos
where you cannot go

[chorus]
i’m really tired of these n-ggas talkin’ macho (swear to god)
’bout fettuccine, cook a n-gga like a taco (for the cheddar)
you n-ggas weenies, that’s on god, that’s on my vatos (that’s on god)
b-tch, i’m from south sac’, that be iraq, where you cannot go (i’m from iraq)
i’m really tired of these n-ggas talkin’ macho (i swear to god)
’bout my fettuccine, cook a n-gga like a taco (for my cheese)
you n-ggas weenies, that’s on god, that’s on my vatos (that’s on god)
b-tch, i’m from south sac’, that be iraq, where you cannot go (i’m from iraq)
gang

- db boutabag

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