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chow lee – back2back lyrics

[intro: chow lee]
hey, okay, alright, yeah
my b+tch don’t love me no more ain’t this bout a b+tch
my b+tch don’t love me no more ain’t this bout a b+tch

[verse: chow lee & jay dottt]
uh
my b+tch don’t love me no more ain’t this bout a b+tch (yeah)
and my dawg he got warm in that field been through alot of sh+t (yeah)
and i’m tired of popping these seals and popping all these pills (yeah)
my brother got years in that jail i know he in h+ll (yeah)
i know that when he caught that charge i know he won’t tell (yeah)
off a perky i’m speeding got 9 lives i’m in a h+llcat (yeah)
off the percocet pills the p+ss test you know i’m gon fail that (yeah)
kick her right out right after i hit i know she gon’ feel that (uh)
i f+cked a b+tch she had a n+gga i don’t f+ck with n+ggas (uh)
don’t speak on my brothers or imma run down snuff a n+gga (yeah)
if we ain’t having that sh+t and he having we rush a n+gga (yeah)
thought it was lean, whole lotta robitussin n+gga (karo)
bad lil’ spanish b+tch and she gon’ do what i say cause a n+gga got pesos
got a whole lotta freaks in the studio session yeah, they gon’ do what i say so
then we f+ck em’ hasta luego, i got murderers right on my payroll
i got shooters i call em’ let’s do it, while she give me some head to my music (uh)
she be giving me brain she ain’t stupid, i just picked this b+tch up in a buick
she don’t even f+cking get the foreign, i just f+cked this b+tch made a p+rn (uh)
kicked that lil’ b+tch out cause she boring, in the benz getting head in the foreign
lil baby codeine crazy, (lets go) lil’ baby spoiled like a baby (lets go)
and my lil’ b+tch went blonde so i call her slim shady (yeah)
and i’m off the henny and the d’usse lil’ baby gon’ get crazy (yeah)
i just had a long night, i just told a prostitute f+ck me, pay me (yeah)
and i’m in the streets like an animal none of these n+ggas can tame me (yeah)
it was a sunny day, i walked outside and that sh+t turned rainy (yeah)
i ain’t f+cking with blue, i ain’t f+cking with 12 if it ain’t no brady (yeah)
abusing these percs can you save me, nutting in that b+tch hoping she don’t have a baby (uh)
i’m going percocet crazy (uh), i’m going percocet cray, cray, cray
i’m gon’ f+ck on yo b+tch that’s yo bae bae bae
lil baby bad like a bebe kid (uh)
i hit it first just like ray j diamonds all white like this sh+t was the kkk
don’t f+ck with these n+ggas they fake ice on my neck you could skate (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i ate her up like a plate, cut off my ex cause that lil’ b+tch was fake, fake, fake
strap on my shoulder a pageant, i catch that boy and it’s tragic tragic
bought an fn and it’s plastic, i’m tryna go and f+ck megan thee stallion (uh)
got a lil’ b+tch and she ratchet and she be holding the ratchet ratchet (uh)
i bought her ass, it’s plastic, 2016 blew my taxes in magic (uh)
he disappear like it’s magic round in his head and i call that boy saturn (uh)
i got some motherf+ckin’ persian rugs right in my crib and i feel like aladdin (uh)
i got these percocet pills i’m f+ckin’ ain’t nutting you know that i’m lasting (uh)
no i ain’t scamming, ain’t trapping, lil’ b+tch i’m havin’ (uh)
n+gga you trappin’, you scamming we need it all we kick the door down (duh)
my lawyer jewish he beating the case we motherf+ckin’ breaking the law down
and i got a eater named kimmy and she so nasty she give me head in the bentley (uh)
i f+cked that b+tch with no jimmy i’m on that vs ciroc b+tch i feel like i’m dead
i’m off the tron, ain’t no henny lil’ spanish b+tch and she just came in from philly
i buss a nut all on her titties, my spanish b+tch fat as h+ll she be eating them chimi’s (yeah)
we smoke that boy like a chimney, 24 hour shooter and i call that boy denny
my diamonds vvs 1 and i’m feeling real bad cause his neck been looking like p+ss
pull up in a drop top convertible speak on my brothers and then we gon’ murder you
boy you a lame n+ggas ain’t heard of you, he want the lingo this sh+t ain’t learnable
i know i’m guilty i f+cked me a bird or 2, i dropped the top on a brand new convertible
no i ain’t see him before i ain’t serving you
poppin’ these percs back to back imma murder em (yeah)
[outro: chow lee]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

- chow lee lyrics

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