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letra de salty - db.boutabag

[intro]
(i am not rappin’, i’m just sh-t talkin’ on these beats)
(i am not rappin’, i’m just sh-t talkin’ on these beats)
(i am not rappin’, i’m just sh-t talkin’ on these beats)
(i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me!)

[chorus]
n-ggas think they hot sh-t ’til they b-tch wanna boss me
diamonds in my chain, ‘gon dance, so flossy
foreign seats same color cream mixed with coffee
i’m so icy, why these n-ggas so salty?
b-tches always askin’, “how is db so saucy?”
f-ck that n-gga, i was klocked when he crossed me
i ain’t workin’ jobs if your b-tch wanna boss me
b-tch told me she ain’t got a bag, that’s where she lost me
[verse 1]
i talk sh-t, diamonds in my face, i talk frosty (bling!)
plain ass white longsleeve, but it cost me
that n-gga think he fly with my cheese, i’m gon’ hawk him
i was just on clubhouse, knocked a b-tch in boston
hе reached, now he playin’ with his lifе, it’s gon’ cost him
tryna play a game of hopscotch, we gon’ chalk him
and i’m treating b-tches like a dog, imma walk ’em
broke the b-tch off, now she slappin’ summer walker
yo main b-tch used to be my b-tch, she’s a walker
and she always lurkin’ on my page, she a stalker
probably pourin’ red with these blues, peter parker
yo b-tch told me make her shut up, so i parked her

[verse 2]
i need a bad b-tch, first thing, and she got her sh-t straight
b-tch all these diamonds on my body, like a fish tank
baby did some tricks with her hips that your b-tch can’t
diamonds doin’ dances on my body that your kid can’t
i been stuffin’ dubs all day, got a wrist-ache
how these n-ggas trappin’ with no car? get your sh-t straight
yo b-tch pulled up to my bnb, got my d-ck ate
sl!ck cut diamonds on my wrist, like a switchblade
twin told me it’s a group of b-tches, i said, “which way?”
good grabba, watch me put top shelf on it
b-tch all these off-white buckles say “belt” on it
watch these off-white kicks, don’t step on ’em
blue strips on these leather seats, make a mess on ’em
and imma pull up to your party, got a check for me
if the b-tch ain’t ’bout a bag, better not check for me
n-gga only had two hunnid blues, tryna flex on me
[outro]
n-ggas think they hot sh-t ’til they b-tch wanna boss me
i’m so icy, why these n-ggas so salty?
f-ck that n-gga, i was klocked when he crossed me
i ain’t workin’ jobs if your b-tch wanna boss me

- db boutabag

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