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alex musa - throwback lyrics

[intro: yoza, alex musa]
alex musa
#background singing#

[hook: yoza, m4c]
yeah, look, aye
#background vocals#
this track gon’ ‘mind you of a throwback
she say she wanna live this lifestyle so bad
she say she wanna be a spice girl so bad
mix that naughty and that nice she just know how to act
pour that night inside a shot glass and we throw it back
roll the dice on the dime piece li’l momma worth her stacks
she walkin’ smooth on the moon like mikey
i might just have to make her my f#ckin’ wifey

[verse 1: yoza, m4c]
#background vocals#
#background vocals#
’cause she be talkin to me crazy like she wanna fight me
but every time we in our room i beat it up like tyson
drop a pin i’m slidin’
left me and now you gon’ act dumb ratchet in silence, yeah

you disgraceful, everything you did distasteful
now i’m sittin’ high thinkin’ why i was ever even faithful
i’m the boss you the worker, b#tch
i’ll be on, you ain’t worthy, b#tch
in the song i’m a dirt you, b#tch
won’t be long ’til you thirsty, b#tch

i know you want it baby, you can never have it
this the track you gon’ think about that gonna make you wreak havoc
this that song that gonna make you wanna pop sh#t
but, sorry shorty, now i’m rockin’ with a boss b#tch

[hook: yoza, m4c]
#background vocals#
look, aye
this track gon’ ‘mind you of a throwback
she say she wanna live this lifestyle so bad
she say she wanna be a spice girl so bad
mix that naughty and that nice she just know how to act
pour that night inside a shot glass and we throw it back
roll the dice on the dime piece li’l momma worth her stacks
she walkin’ smooth on the moon like mikey
i might just have to make her my f#ckin’ wifey

[verse 2: catone, yoza, m4c]
#background vocals#
#background vocals#
i think she want me cause she’s seen the kid dipped up
i seen her sister poppin’ ass up at the strip club
she want the life, baby, you can’t get a part of me
i’m on that mission, count them blue strips and them robbin jeans

all that, all that fake sh#t # i can see thru all that fake sh#t
look at yo ass, you be chasin’, i only text back when i’m wasted
b#tch just face it # we are just on different levels now
be in the stu all the time, i need me a dime to fit in my schedule now

hop in the coupe, and i’m racin’, gone off the cookies, im sp#cin’
see what i want, i’ma take it, she look like a goddess when that b#tch get naked, aye
she just keep askin’ where that dope at, i spark a zone, say, “watch yo tone, b#tch. where that throat at?”

[outro: yoza, m4c]
#background vocals#
#background vocals#

- alex musa lyrics

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