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Back Me Up

 

Back Me Up

(альбом: Underground Luxury - 2013)


[Hook:]
East side gon back me up, gon back me up
West side gon back me up, gon back me up
South side gon back me up, gon back me up
North side gon back me up, yea

[Verse 1:]
Everywhere I plant my feet, everybody know 'bout me nigga
I ain't gotta say one word, I ain't gotta show ID nigga
Back when I was in 10th grade, I saved up, got a set of gold teeth
And I took em out but 7 years later I got 7 sets of gold teeth
Nigga I'm Bobby Bands, I do that
Private jet I flew that
40K I threw that
A quarter pound, I blew that
It sounds crazy but it ain't nothing it
She a freak but I already knew it
She looked at me and said I'm yo biggest fan
I told her if it's real then tattoo it
Every day I wake up, smoking like Jamaicans
Like an occupation, this is so outrageous
Head so good I makeing Bill Cosby faces
Giving that good and like the middle wafers
Free to the carpet, into the office
Then to the closet, many different flavors
Someone said my love you're called a label
And tell em hurry up with the paper

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2:]
Yea, look
You niggas tryna act like B.o.B ain't go
Man, stop that shit
That's $50,000 Alpaca
You gotta blot that shit fool
Look at this resume, can't nobody top that shit
And unless you the girl I'm fucking
Then you don't really need to be owned by a bitch like that uhm
Like that huh
Take a second, let me get it right back huh
They was hoping I'd probably fall off, right?
But all I feel was them haters on my back, yeah
I ain't even got no genre
But this ganja gives contact, yeah
Well how the hell they gon' call us the rap game
When most of yall niggas can't rap
Most of yall niggas so whack
Most of yall ain't got, most of yall ain't got no swag
Most of yall bad, most of yall niggas so flaw
And all real niggas know that
Cause see this is not necessarily based on dexterity
Cause the things they telling me is I'm good as I'll ever be
I'm good as I'll ever be
In the hood I'm incredibly understood cause it's definitely in my blood
I'mma paint off you nigga

[Hook x2]

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