BACKDOOR (feat. Trottie Jay)
PoleBoy JuJu
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Grrr, grrr, bitch, bitch, f*ck, ahhh D-Y-G, shit, D-Y-G, shit, I got all of you fuckin' covered, bitch From the east to the peak, we keep gunnin Bitch, these niggas never been on nothin Tongues spinnin' in gloves, givin' them concussions Who they to when they came with a button Juju, my bro, niggas not only comin These some downtown, not watchin' for nothin Juju, my bro, niggas not only comin These some downtown, not watchin' for nothin Biggie, YG, but you up on the opps What he know, but I f*ck with my tops Try to start, they get heady and top Double back, take a trip to the rock Dang, we really up on the block What's the score if the one niggas lost Bitch, all you got sent to the stars And who's the guy sent them with scars Who all smokin', I'm smokin' on more And 5 got sent to the lobby Bro, who got hit, it's on me How the f*ck niggas smokin' on, I mean Cause I'm to the stars with a lot of heat Boyz gon' burn, fuckin' up his body Don't, don't, don't trip It was me and Mastroff, spittin' in they strip All these 45 bitches lit I done seen niggas get shot and they whip I done got the drops, I f*ck with this bitch Like, bitch, I'm tooth and flick J got poked, didn't catch a hit But P on the P, niggas dick They just see a thot, see me suck a dick Like, we really killin' all they friends They didn't get it back, but them niggas rock Shawty almost died, he shouldn't have kept her strong Sayin' that they up, nigga, that shit cash Big D is high, we be in the chest Me, John, Dre's 40 and I'm taxed Bitch, yeah, yeah, we should get broke With the rest of his friends Bitch, yeah, yeah, we should get broke With the rest of his friends Walked 27, I don't need a beam Got a problem, how my glizzy solve it I done caught niggas, blew steel on them Hit the jails, then we takin' boxers B game, judge threw an elbow Cause some pussy niggas started talkin Combin' sabre killers on the jail phone From the box, all my niggas locked in Been in blocks, shit ain't never stoppin Through the fight, they know how we walkin Lizzy Fox, what's up, get it poppin Fuckin' styles, ride with it on me I be damn different, nigga, catch me lockin' in the whip Do me like I'm Tony I be smokin' farther, straight out the zip Cause he a dead nigga like Johnny I might crash out like a molly Then he got turned to a zombie Niggas just stuck up in a coffin Fuckin' hooded niggas in a coffin I might crash out like a molly Then he got turned to a zombie Niggas just stuck up in a coffin Fuckin' hooded niggas in a coffin Fuckin' hooded niggas Fuckin' hooded niggas Fuckin' hooded niggas
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