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Amoxicillin

 

Amoxicillin

(альбом: Happy Halloween C4 - 2021)


Yeah
Let's go

Adderall 30, amoxicillin
I'm a walk-down shooter from 'round the building
Feet still don't hurt, stomp around the city
Tryna hang onto the boat, then you drown with it
I ain't have a car, so I Crown Vic' it
I spilt a four, got my hand sticky
4 paint a picture on the canvases
Gold-digging bitch, know you scandalous

If you want smoke, I'm the cancer stick
Dropped off an O, he can't handle brick
I can't stop getting this paper, then my hands'll itch
All this paper, it'll make sure your mans'll switch
Damn, who you kick a door with when y'all was kids?
I told him not to go back, the blame is his
And a snake don't change, he just change his skin
I was in the snakepit like the family den
Nigga play for keeps and we playing to win
Money change itself, he can't change a bin
Thought I couldn't get rich 'cause the color of my skin
Mr. Backdoor C4, he done done it again
Riding 'round in cars that don't need no keys
Just last week, went on three high speeds
And you might got those, but you ain't got these
Mr. Big Backdoor, capitalize all the B's
I was in the capitol
I ain't tryna cap with you, the CEO is capital
You ain't never had no weed, I couldn't trap with you
Car don't got no speed, I'm too fast for you
Uh, look at C4, that nigga passing you
I was with the robbers and the dopeboys jacking, fool
I can't stop nan' one of them from jacking you
I eat with everybody, 'member we ain't have the food
Uh, Gucci Mane what I was trapping to
Fuck niggas do fuck shit, I ain't dapping you
Pulled up two or three sticks, we was after you
Know the Trademark come first, who was after you?
Young nigga still posted on the avenue
Tell me what you'd rather do, I was serving rabbit food
I was born to win, I knew one these niggas had to lose
Had my own Glock 'cause we wasn't into passing tools
Bitch hypnotized by this AP
She keep on trying to escape me
Hang his head where the fire escape be
If I ever save a bitch, Lord'll take me
Snitch niggas talk to the jakies
I was sick like a dog with the rabies
And my bitch got them flaws, but she hate me
I was deep in her jaw, so she ate me
Big Backdoor bake the cake at the bakery
None of these Glocks came with a safety
Love the way that I am, wanna date me
I stick my dick in a bitch, she get crazy
This bitch stuck in the mix and it's crazy
I was sitting in the car with the Drakey
And I came way too far, let you play me
I play that stick like guitar 'til it's hazy
Washington Road, I'm the JAY-Z
This a Trackhawk, not a straight Jeep
When you swim with the sharks, then it get deep
And you get Purple Hearts if you beat the street
Been avoiding the cameras, we been discreet
Free my boy out the slammer, he miss the street
I was rocking this ice like I'm Mr. T, ayy
Baby boy say he love me, he kiss my cheek
And they won't play your music, that shit is weak
And these drugs, I abuse it, the perfect team
And the bitch had seen me in the perfect dream
In the back of the back, know the curtains clean
Think she doing something, she just had surgery
Know I'm clean, want me back to the dirty me
Wanna go back to that and it's hurting me
Watch these niggas get burned in the third degree
Making sure they have one happy Halloween
I'm not leaving the Percs, they keep calling me
Said they love me, they giving they all to me
Mr. Backdoor (Backdoor, yeah)
(Mr. Backdoor)

Adderall 30, amoxicillin
I'm a walk-down shooter from 'round the building
Feet still don't hurt, stomp around the city
Tryna hang onto the boat, then you drown with it
I ain't have a car, so I Crown Vic' it
I spilt a four, got my hand sticky
4 paint a picture on the canvases
Gold-digging bitch, know you scandalous

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