paroles de chanson Back Door - El Gettings

Play with me, you better play with your bitch
Turned a Reggie Miller unto a split
Turn a split to a quarter bowl
Fourth and one, fuck it, I dove
Junior high, nigga I drive
Get what you got if it's off by a nose
This shit for the house but this ain't no Lowe's
Grabbed me some pots cause I live by the stove
He was real until he told
Nah he was playing the role his whole life
Fuck what you did boy give them stripes
Come up off that dog boy give that ice
Don't have no kids boy the going to be mice
You can hear it in his voice he ain't living that life
Bout to hit the road had to turn back twice
Plug called said he had one at the right price

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See my opp in public you know I'm a hit off
Can't fit in my dip so I had to take the leg off
Close range fat shit knock a nigga head off
Hopped back in a uu then young niggas sped off
30 Deep so it ain't no fighting me
Hit off first so it ain't no syking me
Cut her off now her best friend liking me
One man show need no nigga hyping me
One man show need no nigga fronting me
Gave you the truth what else do you want want me
Two door coupe I don't need no company
I don't listen to the cap rap so all I bump is me
Put that shit up there, I'll be ready if they come for me
Can't have no smoke just lingering around
762 Shells hit off the ground
If it's short money then I'm skimping the pound. Forsure

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Check the back door. Ugh
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