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Lil O - Back Back

Tekst piosenki:

  Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet
  Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
  Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet
  Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
  Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet
  Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
  Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet
  Gimme 50 feet Gimme 50 feet
  [Verse 1]
  Hey here's a little story 'bout a nigga like me
  I fuck bad broads live large and drive V's
  Some say I'm cocky and rude I might be
  But nigga fuck you, you ain't got to like me
  I'm at the bar taking sips of long island ice tea
  Wrist looking' blue or icy I'm pricey
  Bitch niggas mean mugging' and starin' all shiesty
  Don't make me pepper spray your face have you lookin' all spicy
  Cause I know you niggas hatin' and wanna fight me
  Thinking I'm all Hollywood like Spike Lee
  Thinking I'ma steal you and fuck up your white T
  When I catch you in your jaw I'ma fuck up your white teeth
  But nigga I be ready to scuffle like dice peat
  And ya'll walkin' outta this tussle ain't likely
  I hope you boys ready to rumble I'm quite deep
  And I ain't friendly but I'ma tell you politely
  [Verse 2]
  Say I'm the type of cat when I pull up in the place
  you hatas like a blow job put it in they face
  I buy the goochie shoes matching belt lookin' great
  Dubs sounding cool you can tell I'm pushin' weights
  Courtier full of flakes snow storms in the peaks
  Hoe taming nigga keep my bitch on a leash
  You the typa cat that'll chase a chick for weeks
  Then try to box a nigga when you hear he hit your freak
  But playa don't you know you outta line that shit is weak
  And fightin' over broads will get you killed up in these streets
  You running round here plexin' always thinking shit is sweet
  Then have the nerve to wonder why them bullets hit ya cheek
  Then wanna step to me talkin' but (Oh you foul!)
  All up in my face talking bout (You hit my gal)!
  I'm looking at him stupid like man this shit is wild
  You better give me space asshole I ain't ya pal
  [Verse 3]
  I keep my game on face when I'm riding on chops
  Straight gorilla pimp don't even wave to the bops
  Lookin' like a snail crawlin' slow through the lot
  Fist full of grain other hand on the glock
  Cause when you want fee jackers want what you got
  That's why I stay ready with the inferred dot
  The first one to jump is the first getting shot
  Put the beam on his head then I take off his block
  You love to rob O like take off you rocks
  Take off your shoes playa take off your socks
  But I'm the type of cat before I take off my watch
  Aim at your chest and try to take off you heart
  You know how I do playa shake off tha marks
  Hit him with the big guns that take off a part
  Chest lookin' like he been ate by a shark
  Bitch you better mind stay in line play it smart
  [Chorus till end]

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