paroles de chanson Tito's Back (feat. Westside Gunn & Benny the Butcher) - Westside Gunn , Conway the Machine , Benny The Butcher
(Griselda)
Yeah,
nigga
(By
Fashion
Rebels)
We
take
the
blicks
when
we
go
to
Quad,
nigga
You
seen
what
happened
to
Pac,
right?
We
ain't
fuckin'
with
these
niggas,
nigga
Yeah
Two
bodies
on
the
broken
40
(uh-huh),
tuh
Your
favorite
rappers
is
broke
and
40
(hah)
Ain't
gotta
lift
a
fuckin'
finger,
Tony
smoke
'em
for
me
(Tony-Tone)
Not
only
got
the
illest
bars,
we
got
the
dopest
stories
(we
got
the
stories,
yeah,
look)
I
went
from
playin'
with
ninas
and
click-clackin'
them
llamas
(llamas)
To
walkin'
out
of
Neiman's,
mix-matchin'
designer
(uh)
I
whip
crack,
I
brought
a
brick
back
to
my
mama's
(yeah)
On
a
crash
course,
I
wore
a
chin
strap
in
the
Honda
(skrrt)
Push
your
shit
back,
got
a
big
MAC,
I'ma
be
honest
(brrr)
I
go
hard
in
the
paint,
big
facts,
I'ma
be
honest
(be
honest)
Let
my
chips
stack,
gettin'
big
racks,
I'm
seein'
commas
We
on
islands,
I
bring
a
bitch
back,
might
be
Rihanna
(Ah,
hahahaha)
I'm
really
with
that,
my
clique
packed
full
of
piranhas
(yeah)
My
shit
clap,
you'll
get
flipped
back
into
the
August
(doot,
doot,
doot,
doot)
Left
with
money
and
dope
like
this
pack
was
consignment
I
tripled
up
my
flip
from
pimp-slappin'
the
product
(look)
Used
to
flush
the
toilet
with
water
in
the
bucket
Now
my
neck
lookin'
like
some
frozen
water
in
the
bucket
(you
see
me,
bitch)
Bitch
on
a
plane
with
a
40
pound
order
in
her
luggage
Machine,
the
illest
to
ever
record
it,
motherfucker
(Machine,
bitch)
Don't
get
extorted,
motherfucker
Diamonds
flawless,
motherfucker
(The
Butcher
comin')
Diamond
chains
attract
bitches,
that's
why
I
bought
this
motherfucker
Continental
Spur,
I
can
barely
park
the
motherfucker
(hahaha)
Got
an
app
on
my
phone,
that's
how
I
start
the
motherfucker
(uh)
Gun
on
my
hip,
got
aim
like
an
archer,
motherfucker
(brrr)
I
be
swingin'
through
New
York
like
Peter
Parker,
motherfucker
(yeah,
nigga)
A
lot
of
niggas
rap,
but
they
don't
come
as
thorough
(uh-huh)
We
the
hardest
niggas
out,
and
we
ain't
from
a
borough
(yo,
East
Side)
I'm
from
the
town
where
they
carry
.30s
and
marry
birdies
And
all
the
young
niggas
gettin'
buried
early
I
went
to
war,
held
that
cannon
firmly
I
got
that
tight
wrist
and
a
white
bitch
you
only
compare
to
Fergie
She
half
Dominican,
her
hair
was
curly
(hah)
And
she
very
curvy,
my
number
retired,
you
can't
wear
my
jersey
(hahahaha)
And
that
blicky
that
I
carry
dirty
Free
Ab,
free
Mula,
my
Philly
niggas
is
very
sturdy
(free
the
ahks)
And
the
bitches
see
me
dressin'
flyer
I
got
a
check,
so
I
can
get
what
I
desire,
I
be
the
pressure
applier
(ha)
Border
patrol,
checkin'
all
the
tires,
sold
bricks
and
bust
your
gun
(ha)
Then
I
was
definitely
inspired,
look
Most
of
my
niggas
gettin'
rich
(gettin'
rich)
The
rest
of
my
niggas,
they'll
smoke
you
(brrr)
My
lil'
homie
put
me
on
the
lick
(on
the
lick)
Got
a
flip
phone,
then
I
made
dope
moves
(ha,
what
you
need?)
One
time
for
my
niggas
totin'
sticks
(totin'
sticks,
ah)
You
won't
know
it's
lit
'til
we
approach
you
(what's
poppin'?
Uh)
Circle
'round
your
block
to
do
a
hit
(do
a
hit)
Four
hammers
deep,
ridin'
in
the
old
school
(let's
go)
Brrr
Doot,
doot,
doot,
doot,
doot,
doot,
doot,
doot,
doot
Doot,
doot,
doot,
doot,
doot,
doot,
doot,
doot,
doot
Doot,
doot,
doot,
doot,
doot,
doot,
doot,
doot,
doot
It's
the
fuckin'
king
of
New
York,
nigga
(Fuckin'
king
of
New
York,
nigga)
I
don't
even
gotta
rap
(ah)
Fuck
y'all
niggas
I'm
gettin'
too
much
money,
I'm
Hollywood
now,
nigga
(Give
a
fuck
about
none
of
y'all
niggas)
La-la-la-la-la-la
Flygod,
nigga
I
don't
even
know
what
the
fuck
water
taste
like
anymore,
it's
all
champagne
(ah)
Shout-out
to
Sarah
(ah),
la
Y'all
niggas
pussy
You
ever
ate
Ruth's
Chris
and
House
in
the
same
day,
nigga?
La-la-la-la-la-la
I
got
the
Lamborghini
two-door
and
four-door,
nigga
(skrrt,
la)
Praise
both
Boom,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom,
boom
And
I'm
tellin'
y'all
niggas
this
for
the
next
two,
three,
four,
five,
six,
seven,
eight
Nigga,
13
years,
nigga
(ah)
2050,
nigga,
y'all
niggas
still
can't
fuck
with
me
(Can't
fuck
with
me,
nigga)
This
shit
forever,
nigga
Rest
in
peace
Machine
Gun
Black
(The
Almighty)
(SE
Gang)
Ayy,
look,
most
of
my
niggas
gettin'
rich
(gettin'
rich)
The
rest
of
my
niggas,
they'll
smoke
you
(brrr)
My
lil'
homie
put
me
on
the
lick
(on
the
lick)
Got
a
flip
phone,
then
I
made
dope
moves
(ha,
what
you
need?)
One
time
for
my
niggas
totin'
sticks
(totin'
sticks,
ah)
You
won't
know
it's
lit
'til
we
approach
you
(what's
poppin'?
Uh)
Circle
'round
your
block
to
do
a
hit
(do
a
hit)
Four
hammers
deep,
ridin'
in
the
old
school
(let's
go,
la-la-la-la-la-la,
la)
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