Song parody of
Back to the Future!
by Fiction Fake & NIKSHOWW
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If we go back
Take her back to the future
Back to outer space
NASA, no computers
Back to the racks
Blast to the past
Rocket gonna blast
Back to the future
This ain't no joke
Bitch, I'll take you on a trip
Shawty wasn't fuckin' with me, now she askin' for the dick
'Cause there's diamonds on my neck, now there's diamonds on my wrist
Told her hop up in my coupe, show you what's the shit you missed
It's a wrap again
Shawty say she hate me, 2 days later, comin' back again
If you ain't say with me, put that hoe right in the trap again
Baby, if you lookin' for me it's gon be a long night
How I pick my hoes? I let 2 mothafuckin' hoes fight
If we go back
Take her back to the future
Back to outer space
NASA, no computers
Back to the racks
Blast to the past
Rocket gonna blast
Back to the future
Roll up, fucked up
Tell Lil' shawty back it up
Hotbox, twin glocks
In the whip we on the aux
Freaky bitches, naked hoes
You can't really dream of those
Models takin' off their clothes
Freaky DM's on my phone
In the clouds mothafucka'
Smoke the pound mothafucka'
Back into the future with it
Lap dance on my dick, I hit it
Vibin', livin' life
Fuck a marriage, got no wife
Take my time and do it right
Speed off on the scene at night
If we go back
Take her back to the future
Back to outer space
NASA, no computers
Back to the racks
Blast to the past
Rocket gonna blast
Back to the future
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If we go back
Take her back to the future
Back to outer space
NASA, no computers
Back to the racks
Blast to the past
Rocket gonna blast
Back to the future
This ain't no joke
Bitch, I'll take you on a trip
Shawty wasn't fuckin' with me, now she askin' for the dick
'Cause there's diamonds on my neck, now there's diamonds on my wrist
Told her hop up in my coupe, show you what's the shit you missed
It's a wrap again
Shawty say she hate me, 2 days later, comin' back again
If you ain't say with me, put that hoe right in the trap again
Baby, if you lookin' for me it's gon be a long night
How I pick my hoes? I let 2 mothafuckin' hoes fight
If we go back
Take her back to the future
Back to outer space
NASA, no computers
Back to the racks
Blast to the past
Rocket gonna blast
Back to the future
Roll up, fucked up
Tell Lil' shawty back it up
Hotbox, twin glocks
In the whip we on the aux
Freaky bitches, naked hoes
You can't really dream of those
Models takin' off their clothes
Freaky DM's on my phone
In the clouds mothafucka'
Smoke the pound mothafucka'
Back into the future with it
Lap dance on my dick, I hit it
Vibin', livin' life
Fuck a marriage, got no wife
Take my time and do it right
Speed off on the scene at night
If we go back
Take her back to the future
Back to outer space
NASA, no computers
Back to the racks
Blast to the past
Rocket gonna blast
Back to the future
