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letra de sloppy roll - db.boutabag

[verse 1: tlg jay]
sixty blues in my pocket, that’s a sloppy roll
hit my plug for the re-up, i just shop and go
tap dancin’ on the work just to make a profit
n-ggas speakin’ on my name, they need to f-ckin’ stop it
why you cuffin’ on that b-tch? she be f-ckin’ thots
f-ck your mammy and your homies, put him in the coffin
smokin’ on your dead homies, yeah, i do that often
if your homie turned the trip then i’ma have to off him
feelin’ live i’m dsteves, i got h-lla poles
if we find out that you snitchin’ then you get exposed
h-lla glocks, lil’ baby, we got h-lla poles
h-lla bands, lil’ baby, we got h-lla rolls
[?] it back, lil’ baby, gotta play it smooth
i’ll f-ck your b-tch and shake your hand, b-tch, i’d play it cool
why you actin’ like you tough? you ain’t that kind of dude
these b-tches say i changed, n-gga, touchin’ all the blues (i’m ’bout a bag, ain’t gotta ask me)

[verse 2: db.boutabag]
i hear these n-ggas talkin’, see these n-ggas like to sneak diss
and your b-tch a freak, i swear to god she just meat l!ck
big bro slidin’ outside tryna sweep sh-t
cannot do him dirty and i think it got a heat sense
i’m ballin’, n-ggas better get up on they defense (i’m out here ballin’)
and all my brothers street sweepers, they just sweep sh-t
this 42 kick like mj and bruce lee, b-tch
n-ggas out here gay like rupaul on some sweet sh-t
if she wanna put it in her jaw on the weekends
i was bummy, now i’m gettin’ money, let it sink in
they ain’t wanna f-ck me, gotta tell me switch the d in
f-ck it, b-tch, i’m out here ballin’ like the d in
do a n-gga dirty, that’s on god, you try to reach in
dee be in her pockets, in her purse i gotta reach in
sloppy roll, gettin’ sloppy toppy for the weekend
f-ck her once a month, but i’ma break her every weekend (that’s my cho)
[verse 3: tlg jay]
i’m on the road, i gotta get it, i’m a risk taker
lil’ brodie up that chop, it’s a risk taker
why you actin’ like you trappin’? you gets no paper
two hundred on the dash, b-tch, this ain’t no f-ckin’ scr-per

[verse 4: db.boutabag]
ayy, b-tch, this ain’t no f-ckin’ scr-per
you out here ballin’ like the kings, i’m ballin’ like the lakers
you n-ggas ain’t got no money, y’all n-ggas out here fakers
two klocks klockin’ in this klock, you know that i’m a faker

[verse 5: tlg jay]
yeah, i’m flexin’ in this b-tch, if you slid with the stick
we done slid with the 40 with the 30 in this b-tch
yeah, i f-cked a n-gga b-tch, after that, then i dipped
she ain’t talkin’ ’bout no money, she ain’t talkin’ ’bout no chips
b-tch, i’m tryna go get rich, yeah, we slidin’ with the stick
bro, these n-ggas really talkin’ like my n-ggas don’t do hits
like my n-ggas don’t do l!cks, i done f-cked a n-gga b-tch
she ain’t talkin’ ’bout no cheese and after that then i dipped
gotta go

- db boutabag

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