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choppa ebk - back door who lyrics

[intro + choppa ebk & josé josé]
(cuando vayas conmigo)
(ve apoyada en mi hombro)
like, choppa the top one, n+gga
like, suck my d+ck, everything dead, everything k
they know my body, n+gga

[chorus + choppa ebk]
can’t come to the hill, n+ggas lied (k!lla kam k!lled that sh+t)
n+ggas know what i do on that side (what i do on that side)
i’ma tweak, them n+ggas not on my time (n+ggas not on my time)
either my mans or my fan, pick a side
don’t think with your d+ck and get lined (and get lined)
backdoor who? n+gga, i’m slime
think it’s sweet? come outside (come outside)
dude was my mans, now he gotta go, word to bro (he gotta die)
free goon, they know how i keep one when i run into lo (lil’ dudey)
who not os? n+ggas know, got booked with thе chops, still tryna tote (i’m still tryna tote)
i’m like thе reaper, i’ll take his soul (i’ll take his soul)
i’m tryna creep up, let it go

[verse 1 + choppa ebk]
wanna act like i’m not in the streets? (i’m not in the streets?)
oh, it’s beef? let’s meet
like, dee, i’m playin’ for keeps (like, what?)
and roscoe, i know where you sleep (i know where you lay)
i had hill b+tches on they knees (on they knees)
wanna act like i’m not od? (like i’m not od?)
i’d get them shot, lowkey (like, i gotta aim)
up close, go deep (like, n+gga, i’m tough)
think i’m p+ssy? they don’t know me (they don’t know me)
and i’m ’boutta tweak, i’m really savage
dudeylo on d+ck, tryna move like a bad kid (that lil’ n+gga p+ssy)
like i don’t keep knocks in this mackage (like, i got a coat)
like, none of this sh+t is for fashion
dee really p+ssy, he the fastest
i bet he run when i hop out and flash it (hop out and flash it)
i don’t do none of this sh+t for the captions (i don’t do this for the captions, n+gga)
[verse 2 + b+lovee]
i ain’t doin’ this sh+t for the ‘gram
n+gga be all on my d+ck like a fan
screamin’ out, “die y, die gz, 800k”
i’m still smokin’ on rah and his mans
we gon’ pop out 150 deep (like)
who reversin’ the v?
we gon’ light that sh+t up with some heat
i done had many opps pick up they feet, like
and i don’t need a codeine
bet i’ll get on yo’ ass with my doley, like
don’t get shot tryna troll me
b+tch, i’m really the o, n+ggas know me
let him play, he get done up
he ain’t smart but he couldn’t be dumber
let’s just spin his sh+t and he’ll stutter
brr+rt+t, brrt like a drummer
like, brr+rt+t, brrt, then he die
throw up a switch on a glock, make them hide
like, i would chase him and sh+t, but i’m high
turned up the beam, lean f+ck with my eyes
like, don’t come to my side with that nonsense
and the cut on, bro tryna harm sh+t
get to spinning, that sh+t till i’m nauseous
[?]
[verse 3 + sha ek]
ogz, the f+ck up
made it back to the block, like six
how the f+ck i throw shots, and i miss?
i gotta call the pd, on his b+tch
if he jacking oy, word to bro i’mma blitz
like aj, n+ggas done told me you switched
i’mma go post up on 155th
smoking on caine, he a spliff
choppa the gang, cause it’s lit
i let it pain, with the rips
2016, we did drills on the 5th
but i can not talk ’bout them trips
i’m a demon, with my knock on my hip
do a drill, then i changing my fit
after that, i’m right back on the strip
big die y, stop jacking my sh+t
why+why the f+ck they keep dropping my o?
catch lil’ dd, and i’m letting it go
like+like what should i do with my pole?
[?] like rah gz, died on that phone
i would have to get back
word on my dead, this sh+t deeper than rap
dummy got poked, [?] a f+g
winter got shot, can’t get a bag
[chorus + choppa ebk]
can’t come to the hill, n+ggas lied (k!lla kam k!lled that sh+t)
n+ggas know what i do on that side (what i do on that side)
i’ma tweak, them n+ggas not on my time (n+ggas not on my time)
either my mans or my fan, pick a side
don’t think with your d+ck and get lined (and get lined)
backdoor who? n+gga, i’m slime
think it’s sweet? come outside (come outside)
dude was my mans, now he gotta go, word to bro (he gotta die)
free goon, they know how i keep one when i run into lo (lil’ dudey)
who not os? n+ggas know, got booked with the chops, still tryna tote (i’m still tryna tote)
i’m like the reaper, i’ll take his soul (i’ll take his soul)
i’m tryna creep up, let it go

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