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letra de full press d - db.boutabag

[intro]
(skla-skla made that track)
why these n-ggas out here talkin’, like they really with the sh-t?
i done hit l!cks, then walked up, said, “f-ck the n-gga b-tch”
just because yo’ brother drillin’ don’t mean you doin’ skits
n-ggas claim they let it bang, but they ain’t never let it drip
n-ggas claim they got a name, but they ain’t never seen a trench
i’m a real gable baby, b-tch i started at the bench
i spent time my first rappin’, n-ggas thought i wasn’t sh-t
was unstable in them gables, why i started hittin’ l!cks
[verse]
b-tch i been havin’ sh-t, bro put ten on his b-tch
spent my last with my brother, and i been had his b-tch
n-ggas happy ’bout them slugs, b-tch i been had the drip
n-ggas sick
db trickin’ for a b-tch, that’s unlikely
lil’ bummy n-gga, had no clothes, wasn’t icy
but f-ck it
pull up on yo’ b-tch in this white tee
chase a check, high-key
“do it”, just like nike
these b-tches on me, steady askin’, “db can you wife me?”
i’m married to these blues, racist n-gga, like i’m spike lee

[chorus]
sick sh-t, slide up on n-ggas, like a ripstik
you cryin’ for that b-tch, that’s on god, shawty kiss d-ck
full press d, all my brothers really blitz sh-t
we grindin’, flippin’ all these packs doin’ kickflips
sick sh-t, slide up on n-ggas, like a ripstik
you cryin’ for that b-tch, that’s on god, shawty kiss d-ck
full press d, all my brothers really blitz sh-t
we grindin’, flippin’ all these packs doin’ kickflips

[post-chorus]
young n-gga, money tall, ballin’ like i’m 6’6
shawty suckin’ d-ck, i got her wipin’ off her lipstick
for pesos, i flip what i can like a gymnast
evade hoes, and b-tches, they was sleepin’ on my pimpin’
wasn’t f-ckin’ wit’ me, now these b-tches say i’m gifted
i’m driftin’
baby, time is money, or just tick it
i’m ’bout a bag, like 2 pac, above the rim sh-t
[verse 2]
how you n-ggas out here broke and put the blame on me?
i’m gettin’ money, while you laid up, pullin’ on weave
how you lazy and successful? that’s a f-cked up dream
n-ggas throwin’ shade, i leave ’em crippled like christopher reeve
why these n-ggas out here hatin’ on young db?
n-ggas pillow talkin’, b-tches stalkin’, i couldn’t believe
my circle small, like the middle of a dvd
i got my ls, now i slide like i cannot see
i swear they f-cked up lettin’ db in the dmv
now we can slide, tucked poles, not worried ’bout naythin’ (naythin’)
i swear to god, i felt free when i got off probabtion
now we finna pull up, in some like sp-ceships
and ain’t n-gga stoppin’ sh-t, still smoke ’til i’m asian
told baby catch me out, i got good persuasion

[chorus]
sick sh-t, slide up on n-ggas, like a ripstick
you cryin’ for that b-tch, that’s on god, shawty kiss d-ck
full press d, all my brothers really blitz sh-t
we grindin’, flippin’ all these packs doin’ kickflips
sick sh-t, slide up on n-ggas, like a ripstick
you cryin’ for that b-tch, that’s on god, shawty kiss d-ck
full press d, all my brothers really blitz sh-t
we grindin’, flippin’ all these packs doin’ kickflips
flippin’ all these packs doin’
oh we grindin’, flippin’ all these packs doin’ kickflips
[outro]
young n-gga, money tall, ballin’ like i’m 6″6
shawty suckin’ d-ck, i got her wipin’ off her lipstick
for pesos, i flip what i can like a gymnast
evade-

- db boutabag

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