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DB.Boutabag
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[Verse 1]
(Ooh, Saul)
I'm Boutabag, ain't gotta ask me
I'm Boutabag, ain't gotta ask me
[Verse 2]
Free my drillers out that cage, all my **** really demons (Free my hitters)
Not trippin' off a ****, Bag Klan, better believe it (I'm Boutabag)
She fiendin', gave the lil' bitch dick, now she screamin' (Now she mad)
How this fifty clock, got **** in here cheesin' (I'm in here cryin')
[Chorus]
I'm really tired of these **** talkin' macho (Talkin' macho)
My fettuccine, cook a **** like a taco (Get that ****)
You **** weenies, that's on God, that's on my vatos (That's on God)
Bitch, I'm from South Sac', that be Iraq, where you cannot go (I'm from Iraq)
[Verse 3]
Bad bitch slim thick, Mexicano (She hella 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)
Then hit the road, been rockin' with my vatos (Skrrt)
A **** turnin' down a fade, he got shot through (Gang)
You win some, you lose most, I know **** gon' rock though (He gon' rock)
Same **** I was broke with, that's the same **** I'll rock for (I'm gon' rock)
You not, FRO, brody wet a **** like a poncho (Wet him up)
[Chorus]
I'm really tired of these **** talkin' macho (Talkin macho)
My fettuccine, cook a **** like a taco (Get that ****)
You **** weenies, that's on God, that's on my vatos (That's on God)
Bitch, I'm from South Sac', that be Iraq, where you cannot go (I'm from Iraq)
I'm really tired of these **** talkin' macho (I swear to God)
My fettuccine, cook a **** like a taco (Skrrt, skrrt)
You **** weenies, that's on God, that's on my vatos (That's on God)
Bitch, I'm from South Sac', that be Iraq, where you cannot go (Gang, gang)
[Verse 4]
Speak on Herb or Dollas, we gon' blow ****, dome **** (Gang)
Two, four, six, eight, ten different poles with us (Hella poles)
Brody got the "Wood, my big brother tryna roll ****, ayy" (He tryna roll)
Ayy, 'cause you talkin' out your neck, then we expose **** (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 ass)
Now I'm comin' up, I swear these **** think I owe somethin' (They think I owe)
Two clocks clockin' in this clock, I'm on a roll with it (I'm out here clockin')
Bitch, I'm out here smokin' all these meds just like an old **** (I'm hella old)
How your brother die, but you ain't slide? You a cold **** (You hella cold)
Bitch, I'm out here feelin' like I'm Steez, I'm hella bold with it (I'm hella bold)
Bitches all on, and yeah, she suckin' on the, uh
[Chorus]
I'm really tired of these **** talkin' macho (Oh my God)
Cook a **** like a taco (Hey)
You **** weenies, that's on God, that's on my vatos (Hey)
Bitch, I'm from South Sac', that be Iraq, where you cannot go (I'm from Iraq)
[Bridge]
Ayy, you talkin' macho (Talkin macho)
Pullin' up with, like a taco (Like a taco)
Ayy, that's on my vatos
Where you cannot go
[Chorus]
I'm really tired of these **** talkin' macho (Swear to god )
My fettuccine, cook a **** like a taco (For the cheddar)
You **** weenies, that's on God, that's on my vatos (That's on God)
Bitch, I'm from South Sac', that be Iraq, where you cannot go (I'm from Iraq)
I'm really tired of these **** talkin' macho (I swear to God)
My fettuccine, cook a **** like a taco (For my cheese)
You **** weenies, that's on God, that's on my vatos (That's on God)
Bitch, I'm from South Sac', that be Iraq, where you cannot go (I'm from Iraq)
Written by: DB Boutabag