Back Door (feat. Young Rico)
mirr417
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Making all these friends thats gon only get you snaked Cant hang around no bitch niggas cause these niggas out here fake Cant hang around no crowd and thinkin that you great Cause people they got ears and they gon take from off ya plate I was thirtheen ridin round and it wasnt safe I was gettin' money had to hide it put it in a safe Now Im up now no need to hide it you can try to take Run up on me and reach for it these bullets you gon take nigga They gon get you for ya girl so you better have ya blick Better walk down stand on business cant get caught lackin' for no bitch If I was I would've shot and you know I stand on biz Aint no talkin aint no speakin just run up and catch a wig Smokin every opp and we creatin every strand All that dissin in them songs but you aint get back for ya man And the reason that i did em cause that youngbuhl kept on playin Its either stop or you get dropped theres a pillow get to layin Only fear God you gotta show me I'm just saying ain't no hotboy I don't move witout a plan It was me and libra and we both came from the sand Nahh you don't understand keep the Duce duce in my pants If you ain't tryna take it there keep it cool let's get this bread Demons in my head swing my hair like I got dreads Rip Hov Rip Los Rip RoB just for ya I do the most Stop playing wit my side or you'll become a post Stop claiming you gon ride when yo ass really not I don't do this shit for fun I had to trap up the block I was running up them funds til this shit got kinda hot Hit my bro off wit sum 1s so he could flip it off a stock This is for them members that be whipping in a pot Yeah we gone get it right 500 Benz right off the lot And we spinning in a stolen V he got put to rest Thought he was a Hula hoop the way them hollows hit his chest While yall hatin on me im to myself chasing checks Lil mirr really crazy he dont f*ck wit disrespect This the way to kill a nigga go outside and make a mess I go then he go we pushin niggas shit back Run a nigga shit down he talkin all dat chit chat Oh he think he big now I see him now he get clapped ya homie been dead and he talkin bout some get back Put a bag on ya head its a Pricerite I dont want no girl like Ice Spice Cant find no girl thats my type You get left if you not right White boy dissing he a white kite Gotta gun cause they dont fight Put him six deep he go night night Put a beam on it its a bright light She got a big ass you could see it through white her titghts I finna take that she gotta face tat but I know she aint no wife type If I get into a argument better hope that she can fight right
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Written by: Yamir Green, Young Rico
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