ENVIAR LETRAS
Top 100
Lanzamientos de álbumes
Artistas
Comunidade
Francés
Portuguese
Inglés
Corrección Letra
Back To Back
par
FMB DZ
Regreso
Letra
Yeah, Top Shotter, and Dondada, DBoii what up? Boy, you ain't no motherf**kin' boss You ain't the n***a wit' the juice, you ain't the n***a wit' the sauce Park a whip up over here I think them n***as lost Soon as they declare it's on them n***as getting offed Bape jacket on cost a couple thousand We pull up with big sh*t that blow up houses These lil' n***as don't want no static Riding 'round with the boogie man in the 4matic Too many seeds up in one blunt, boy who you copped it from? And don't you ask me what this go for, you don't got the funds Boy be careful who you mugging, I am not the one Rich n***a, hit the mall and I shop for fun Weird b*t*h out the way I think she gothic All she do is run through the beans and bring me profit Yeah Fmb, yeah SOB them my patnas Yeah make the call huh we gon' pull up with them choppas FMB DZ that's my Rasta Guapanese, what my jeans hold a lot of Thirty clip, in our Glocks put the stocks up n***a get your blunt up out my face, I will not puff I got a F&N, blue tips with the flashlight Got my cash right, I just handled three from last night Yeah I got four b*t*hes in the coupe they all bad I know some old n***as from my hood they all mad And don't put your trust up in me you will get back door If that b*t*h give me a wink I'm leaving her back broke I know some b*t*hes that be jokes but b*t*h you a bad joke And n***a ain't sh*t funny, the f**k did you laugh for? I put that pistol to your head you f**k with little brodie My mama keep me in her prayers 'cause them demons on me n***a get up out my face 'cause you don't even know me I keep money, can't keep b*t*hes but I keep a .40 Umm I can't keep a b*t*h to save my life Shout out to the plug, he lowered the price b*t*h I make a bag in every state I land in This a quarter million dollar car that I'm playing in We the reason why the other side be staying in Hudson jeans what I'm wearing, these ain't H&M's And I'm just dropping off d**k, heard you ate the b*t*h And yeah that sh*t sound good and all but I ain't convinced Cell phone slapping, house got a lot a traps You a rapper, I'm a trapper bust a brick without the wrapper Got some n***as that's gon' pull up, let some shots off for me Got 7.62's that'll go through a tree First thing on my mind, get in the booth I got the juice, Bishop and Q Why I wanna f**k? b*t*h 'cause you cute Why I can't hold my tongue? b*t*h 'cause I'm rude Everybody claim they real somebody gotta be faking All them obstacles I dodged, somebody gotta be praying Why everybody wanna rush? Somebody gotta be patient Too much fake love in the air somebody gotta be hating I done took risks you would never take No discipline up in your gang, it's time to regulate Cash in my pick, b*t*h come get on me with the devil face Puff a cloud up out this blunt then you gon' levitate
videoclip
Tu nombre será publicado. Deje los campos en blanco para permanecer en el anonimato.
Enviar
Modal title
×
Insertar medios
Video URL?
(YouTube, Vimeo, Instagram, DailyMotion, Soundcloud)
×
Recuérdame
Contraseña perdida
Conectarte
Registrarse