CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Back to Back
Let the band play
Yeah
Skrrt skrrt, skrrt? uh
Pull up foreigns back to back? back to back? back to back to back
And hop out with them racks, with them racks, yeah? with them big old racks
Ayy, shout out to my set, to my set? you see it around my neck
Yeah, b*t*h, we like to flex, we like to flex, we ball, don't break a sweat
Yeah, all these damn dead presidents, I'm gettin' too much, it's scarin' me
F**k these hoes, just let 'em be, can't let 'em get the best of me
B*t*h, I got the recipe, can't no n***a compare to me
Yeah, all this water water on me, I might go join the swimming team
I got dough, Krispy Kreme
Fresh to death, crispy clean
B*t*h I smoke Christmas trees
Got them lumps in my jeans
Diamonds jumping, trampoline
Uh, all you hear is bling (Bling)
Ball so hard, they think we cheatin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you see it
Pull up foreigns back to back, back to back, back to back to back
And hop out with them racks, with them racks, yeah, with them big old racks
Ayy, shout out to my set, to my set, you see it around my neck
Yeah, b*t*h, we like to flex, we like to flex, we ball, don't break a sweat
We pull up back to back, back to back to back to back to back
No, I don't play fair, sh*t 'round my neck jumpin' like jumping jacks
All these b*t*hes swear that they love me, b*t*h, you just love these stacks
Dolph come on the radio, your girl gon' turn it up to the max
Paper Route, Paper Route, Paper Route (Uh)
Motherf**kin' Business, lil' n***a (Uh)
F**k this rap sh*t, got some homeboys down the road doin' life sentence, lil' n***a (Free my dawgs, free my dawgs)
I never played tennis but I got racks (Racks)
Eight stacks just for a backpack (Racks)
See some f**k n***as, then blatt blatt (Blatt blatt)
Blatt blatt blatt blatt (Ayy)
Lake Michigan on my wrist (Flooded)
Mississippi river on my neck (Flooded)
Went to hollywood just to go flex (It's Dolph)
I took his b*t*h, made her my pet (B*t*h)
I wish all of my old hoes the best (F**k y'all)
Me and Tray-Tray on a jet (B*t*h)
Blue Power Ranger on his chest, hah, blessed
Pull up foreigns back to back, back to back, back to back to back
And hop out with them racks, with them racks, yeah, with them big old racks
Ayy, shout out to my set, to my set, you see it around my neck
Yeah, b*t*h, we like to flex, we like to flex, we ball, don't break a sweat
Yeah
Skrrt skrrt, skrrt? uh
Pull up foreigns back to back? back to back? back to back to back
And hop out with them racks, with them racks, yeah? with them big old racks
Ayy, shout out to my set, to my set? you see it around my neck
Yeah, b*t*h, we like to flex, we like to flex, we ball, don't break a sweat
Yeah, all these damn dead presidents, I'm gettin' too much, it's scarin' me
F**k these hoes, just let 'em be, can't let 'em get the best of me
B*t*h, I got the recipe, can't no n***a compare to me
Yeah, all this water water on me, I might go join the swimming team
I got dough, Krispy Kreme
Fresh to death, crispy clean
B*t*h I smoke Christmas trees
Got them lumps in my jeans
Diamonds jumping, trampoline
Uh, all you hear is bling (Bling)
Ball so hard, they think we cheatin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you see it
Pull up foreigns back to back, back to back, back to back to back
And hop out with them racks, with them racks, yeah, with them big old racks
Ayy, shout out to my set, to my set, you see it around my neck
Yeah, b*t*h, we like to flex, we like to flex, we ball, don't break a sweat
We pull up back to back, back to back to back to back to back
No, I don't play fair, sh*t 'round my neck jumpin' like jumping jacks
All these b*t*hes swear that they love me, b*t*h, you just love these stacks
Dolph come on the radio, your girl gon' turn it up to the max
Paper Route, Paper Route, Paper Route (Uh)
Motherf**kin' Business, lil' n***a (Uh)
F**k this rap sh*t, got some homeboys down the road doin' life sentence, lil' n***a (Free my dawgs, free my dawgs)
I never played tennis but I got racks (Racks)
Eight stacks just for a backpack (Racks)
See some f**k n***as, then blatt blatt (Blatt blatt)
Blatt blatt blatt blatt (Ayy)
Lake Michigan on my wrist (Flooded)
Mississippi river on my neck (Flooded)
Went to hollywood just to go flex (It's Dolph)
I took his b*t*h, made her my pet (B*t*h)
I wish all of my old hoes the best (F**k y'all)
Me and Tray-Tray on a jet (B*t*h)
Blue Power Ranger on his chest, hah, blessed
Pull up foreigns back to back, back to back, back to back to back
And hop out with them racks, with them racks, yeah, with them big old racks
Ayy, shout out to my set, to my set, you see it around my neck
Yeah, b*t*h, we like to flex, we like to flex, we ball, don't break a sweat
