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Back 2 Back

(álbum: Drake N Josh - 2022)


(Fingerz, you a fool for this one)
I mean like
Fingers, why you do that man
You always doing something, man
Why— ah

Got Fingerz on the beat, I'm finna go crazy
I just hit a bitch like fifty-six, that's my old lady
She tryna suck my dick from the back, I'm like, "No, baby"
Man, this bitch just squirted everywhere, I'm like, "Woah, baby"
I'm looking for a bad freaky bitch with the toe painting
Bad bitch walking in some heels, ain't got no laces
I just beat this lil' bitch down, she had gold braces
Pussy so good, I couldn't stop, I'm a whole date
I just met a bitch that's twenty-one, she got four babies
Stuffed twenty 'bows in the basement, got the whole— damn
Shit, got the 'bows stanking
One thousand old hundreds, Bens with the bold faces
Police couldn't find no evidence, we gon' cold case it
I just made a hundred racks in blues, not the old faces
I just took some ice out the freezer, it's a froze bracelet
Bitch sniffing coke all day, got her nose stanking
Auntie quit fucking with the dog, she gon' cocaine it
Finna blow a nigga house up, I'ma propane it
Finna draw a picture like Picasso, I'ma pro paint it
Drop the vacuum sealer, but the 'bows stanking
Woah, Jaylein
I'm finna cool the summer down like a cold blanket
I just touched a bitch heart, we gon' soulmate
Bitch ain't wash her feet off— ah
Got her toes stanking
Shit, that's a damn shame
I just threw paint on my old-school, look like champagne
Hundred rounds on my AR, ain't gotta damn aim
Within the first night, I beat the campaign
Nigga only shoot his— damn
Nigga only shoot his gun when he at the damn range
I just hit dog from far away, I got damn range
Not a walker for an old person, but I sell 'caine
I just popped a nigga in all white, ain't got a damn stain
I would never stop shit talking 'cause the fans change
I just fell in love with Mary, don't tell Jane
I just got caught with my side bitch, don't tell main
Fuck, that's a damn shame
Bitch, if I don't speak to you first, don't say a thing
Ayy, Mike, hey
Who the fuck gave dog a firearm? He just dropped his flame
Hey, Jay, fuck
Who the fuck gave dog a damn chain?
You can't talk around dog, he gon' tell things
I be fucking with the EDD, we got twelve names
I'm a rapper, but I look like I sell 'caine
I just dropped thirteen shots, then 12 came
Okay the W popped up before the L came
I used the ho to catch somebody, that's jailbait
How the fuck you get a manicure, but your nails stank?
Ask how much lean I drunk today, about twelve eights
Shit, okay, the bitch ass real, but her hair fake
Should I break the bag all the way down or sell weight? (We don't smoke the same)

feito

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