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ceo trayle & dubba-aa - back of the bach lyrics

[intro: ceo trayle]
yeah, go (dubba+aa flex)
i’m in the back of the ‘bach of this b+tch, in the back of the ‘bach of this b+tch, yeah (winning lottery numbers coming up)
i’m in the back of the ‘bach with a stick, in the back of the ‘bach with this b+tch, yeah
(this is the sound)

[chorus: ceo trayle]
uh, yeah, i’m in the back of the ‘bach of this b+tch, in the back of the ‘bach with the b+tch, yeah
i was just talkin’ ’bout hits with the jits, say lil’ bro told me pass him a switch, yeah
backdoor’ll black when he pass on the b+tch and that b+tch, who she arguin’ with? yeah
tired of the all the samarian sh+t, finna get that sh+t, audamars, jeep, yeah

[verse: ceo trayle]
my mama said don’t call my phone ’cause when i’m on the phone it’s a blitz, yeah
trackhawk, i’m takin’ off on the crackers so much that i’m callin’ ’em ritz, yeah
maybach painted it black with the black on the black, so dark in this b+tch
yeah, i poured up quagen, no pie, i pour tris, i want my cup lookin’ dark in this b+tch, yeah
i don’t really like that light+skinned b+tch, want me some darker lil’ sh+t
b+tch silent, she underwater suckin’ that d+ck, look at her gargle and sh+t, yeah
see this sh+t clear, gucci goggle and sh+t, you don’t want that b+tch ’cause we be swappin’ spit
when dubba+aa shake his head, know it’s a hit
n+gga play with the game, then he know it’s a hit
brrt, my phone still chirpin’, ayy, i’m on the washington road still workin’
jay+z, washington road on the person
i don’t wanna talk to the b+tch, i want perkies
b+tch, what you bring to the table? your purpose?
don’t f+ck with him ’cause that sh+t’ll resurface
me and my b+tch count the chicken like churches
and me and my jit in the car singin’ verses
yeah, he know his daddy a rapper., smacker, trapper, bad b+tch clapper (yeah)
high+speedin’, 12 got ’em callin’ for backup (ayy)
i don’t want that b+tch, tell that lil’ b+tch to back up
hit the b+tch off the perkies and mack her
i show goner, so nothin’ don’t matter
i eat the b+tch, put the b+tch on a platter
on the block with my js, hundred shots for the jackers
uh, yeah, yeah, she said, “take your vitamins, bae”
ayy, f+ck that n+gga. i ain’t like him, no way
put the bread on his head, bet they found him today
it’s the big old backdoor in this b+tch, dubba+aa
i can’t listen to what the lil’ b+tch tryna say
hit the b+tch, dropped her off and i caught me a play
if you lookin’ for folks, then the folks with the js, folk
[chorus: ceo trayle]
uh, yeah, i’m in the back of the ‘bach of this b+tch, in the back of the ‘bach with the b+tch, yeah
i was just talkin’ ’bout hits with the jits, say lil’ bro told me pass him a switch, yeah
backdoor’ll black when he pass on the b+tch and that b+tch, who she arguin’ with? yeah
tired of the all the samarian sh+t, finna get that sh+t, audamars, jeep, yeah

[outro]
(this is the sound)

- ceo trayle dubba aa lyrics

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