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back of the class (botc) - not a drill كلمات الأغنية

[intro: zach hurth, back of the class, & enphamus]
jackin’ for beats, powered by back of the class
y’all know who i am, i’m your host, zach hurth
we just touched down in atlanta, y’all know we had to link with enphamus
enphamus, what’s up?
powered by back of the class
mafia
ayy, turn that sh_t up a lil’ bit
uh huh, lil’ bit more
alright
look

[verse: enphamus]
he buyin’ that ho jewelry just for her to take off in my ‘telly
any b_tch who looked at me and quez, done bust one on her belly
this sh_t ain’t a wap, gon’ lose a eye if you play wit’ my fetty
havin’ sh_t for real, yo’ pockets dry just like some school spaghetti
i just bought some rick owens
forty_three, my b_tch tote it
i ain’t sh_t, my b_tch know it
a hunnid’ k, i been blowed it
a hunnid’ k, i ran through it
shipped the d_ck, she ran to it
’cause any b_tch you name lit in thе city, my gang ran through her
pop another one, that sh_t ain’t strong еnough, uh_uh
pour another [?], b_tch, you ain’t drunk enough, uh_uh
‘den turn it up, the club ain’t crunk enough, uh_uh
you ain’t high enough, b_tch, take another puff, uh_uh
chase the casamigos with some beer, she the d_mn devil
i’m on dt block all by my lonely wit’ my d_mn shovel
motherf_ck a grammy, this for beggars from the d_mn gutter
we ain’t have a f_ckin’ pot to p_ss, but b_tch, we had each other
in a scat, a bad b_tch in my passenger, her legs open
anything to keep her on her knees like her leg broken
i hit everything inside the whip, i spin in slow motion
you ain’t spin mine, so i’ma f_ck whatever b_tch goin’
b_tch, stop all that tip_l!ckin’ and eat the whole d_ck
b_tch been heartin’ all my stories, she ain’t seen my whole fit
smoke a p_ssy n_gga, boof, clutchin’ that rusty old stick
hit his eye like uncle ruckus with this rusty old stick
yeah, money made me look different
money made me f_ck different
money made me buck different, i hit switches at ten n_ggas
money made me think different
money made me eat different
money made the beef different, sh_t, money made my t__th different
bling
[verse 2: quez2rr]
b_tch gon’ eat this d_ck, on zach, it ain’t no toppin’ this
no c_cky sh_t, but b_tch, my hands be lethal, i be knockin’ sh_t
five percent, they couldn’t even peep at me, i hopped out droppin’ sh_t
goyard bag look smooth, but just play cool, ’cause it’s a glock in this
ain’t stackin’ out, we slide 5.56 and this b_tch crackin’ spine
lose a fine, finally keep a loser, sweeper sweepin’ mine
on demon time, i hop out slammin’ sh_t like my name james lebron
step on sh_t like you got served, my opps call me omarion
the biggest fish, stop all that fake love ‘fore you get split in here
nines time outta’ ten, she ain’t on s_x, and she got hit in here
think i’m payin’ bills, she must be smokin’ d_ck or drinkin’ beer
this a one man army, i’ma clap until i’m in the clear
clear ’em out, might eat this opp ho p_ssy for your whereabouts
n_gga k!llin’ sh_t but he lost cool points ’cause he tellin’ now
ain’t sellin’ out, drop these bags right now, they spillin’ million out
and had got booked for some switches, gave me bond, and let a felon out

[outro: zach hurth]
ooh_hoo_hoo_hoo
fraud, cut!

- back of the class botc

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