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lilroc23 - back street كلمات الأغنية

back street lyrics
what the f_ck is you jackin’
n_ggas got sicks we always pistol packin’ (bow)

n_gga whats crackin’?
bow bow bow, bullet holes all in his jacket (jacket)

i got a hitta with snipers and pistols
and he keep the automatics (matics)

caught that n_gga lackin’ on the back street
with the heat, n_gga thats tragic (yuh)

we ridin’ we huntin’ for you lil n_gga
so don’t bother sending me the addy (nah)

oh that’s yo daddy in the cadi?
cook his ass up his brains look like beef patties (boom, boom)

saw the n_gga on the news they took his jews, yo gang goin’ out sadly

green dots on his back he ain’t even know
you can tell that he ain’t ready (nah, nah)

he a automatic opp if the n_gga ain’t part of my circle (gang!)
send shots to his legs i’m makin’ him hop he start doing do hurdles
(i’m makin’ em jump!)
n_ggas d_ck sucking but i understand why them n_ggas really hate me (yuh, yuh)
cuz i’m gettin’ the bucks, pull the racks out now his b_tch wanna f_ckin’ date me

i’m in the stu by myself, i’m turnt the f_ck up
i don’t need a soul (no!)

he talkin’ crazy, choppa shut his b_tch ass up
put him under control (bow, bow bow)

the winter be hot the bl!ck just fire em’ up when the weather get cold (get cold)
sum n_gga just called me talking h_lla crazy and i put him on hold
if my dog need a pistol, i’m sliding it to em’ every time, n_gga no problem (nah)

the opps ain’t safe out here, i call they goofy ass some broken ass condoms (condoms)

p_ssy n_ggas tried to hit the corner actin’ like i ain’t saw them (yuh!)
it’s all good though cuz i promise ima mother f_ckin’ cross em (boom!)

what the f_ck is you jackin’
n_ggas got sicks we always pistol packin’ (packin’)

n_gga whats crackin’?
bow bow bow, bullet holes all in his jacket (yuh, yuh)

i got a hitta with snipers and pistols
and he keep the automatics (i keep em’ keep em’)
caught that n_gga lackin’ on the back street
with the heat, hold up hold up (wait!, wait!)

what the f_ck is you jackin’
n_ggas got sicks we always pistol packin’ (packin’)

n_gga whats crackin’?
bow bow bow, bullet holes all in his jacket (yuh, yuh!)

i got a hitta with snipers and pistols
and he keep the automatics (bow, bow, bow!)

caught that n_gga lackin’ on the back street
with the heat, n_gga thats tragic (yuh, gang)

gang gang gang n_gga
bow, bow bow

- lilroc23

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