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g man & bris - backstreets كلمات الأغنية

[intro: bris & g man]
when it’s time to ride you better shoot that
i got bands in my pants, i just blew that (g man)
i got bands in my pants, i just blew that
when it’s time to ride you better shoot that

[chorus: g man]
when it’s time to ride you better shoot that (better shoot)
i got bands in my pants, i just blew that (money crack)
baby i’m that n_gga ’round the city, thought you knew that (i thought you knew)
dumb n_gga been had his chance, but he blew that (ayy)
catch them n_ggas slippin’ on them backstreets (ba, ba)
my steppers been sittin’, n_ggas on they ass cheeks (on they ass)
never come outside ’cause they know that we clap heat
been chasin’ n_ggas down, i was a athlete, ayy

[verse 1: g man]
yeah, i graduated school, i ain’t no dummy
i know how to hit that road and get straight to the money
his mom thought it was christmas to wrap a n_gga like a mummy
sick of all of these b_tches, they can’t have me, i need the money (on my momma)
why you keep goin’ through her phone? (why?)
askin’ why she can’t stop blowin’ up my phone
she wanna go, get it stacked, get up and bring it home (huh?)
when i touch that chicken, i’ma put my n_ggas on (put ’em on)
if you doubted me, don’t try to hit my phone (nope)
f_ck them hating n_ggas, leave them f_ck n_ggas alone (f_ck ’em)
if you touch my brothers, i’ma get a n_gga gone (get him)
it’s gon’ get smirkish, i’ma do a n_gga wrong (pa, pa)
[chorus: g man & bris]
when it’s time to ride you better shoot that (better shoot)
i got bands in my pants, i just blew that (money crack)
baby i’m that n_gga ’round the city, thought you knew that (i thought you knew)
dumb n_gga been had his chance, but he blew that (ayy)
catch them n_ggas slippin’ on them backstreets (ba, ba)
my steppers been sittin’, n_ggas on they ass cheeks (on they ass)
never come outside ’cause they know that we clap heat (ayy, ayy, ayy)
been chasin’ n_ggas down, i was a athlete, ayy

[verse 2: bris]
that ain’t my fault, try and k!ll me when y’all had a freebie (y’all should’ve k!lled me)
f_ckin’ b_tches in the backseat, yeah i had her creamy (real creamy)
ayy, n_gga tryna turn his finny to a lamborghini (to a lambo)
callin’ plays in the field like i’m albert genie
bris keep that pole the whole city know (whole city know)
[?] trippin’, i can’t even show him in my videos (no i can’t)
i just sit back and laugh at these silly hoes (i got racks)
broke b_tches can’t even buy a n_gga a chili bowl
[?] top body slam in that uzi kick (bow, bow)
yeah, i really ’bout that action with these movie clips (what)
but you n_ggas finally guyin’, i’m stewie griff (on my momma)
bend her over, put that d_ck in her and make her booty thick

- g man bris

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