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glokk40spaz - backdoor lyrics

[intro]
captaincrunch presents
woah, yeah
bl, yeah
chapo

[chorus]
woah (woah), backdoor that boy for that bag (backdoor)
upgraded all my new mags (mags)
lifestyle i live, that sh+t fast
vampire sh+t, i know i’m the real drac’
drac’ hit dough, what the f+ck did he stack?
c+ckblockin’ b+tch, get the f+ck off my lap
duck all my opps, then call a lil’ shack
treat atlanta just like baby ray
when i f+ck again, double back
pin the ho to the wall, give her back
anything to get her off my back
baby pistol whip the jaw, break it, this on god
baby woke up, sound sick
shoot the boy ’till he meet god
we finna pop, where the f+ck is my rod?

[verse]
bullet a 7.62, some’ big enough to b+tch you (b+tch you)
beat a boy ass, strip a n+gga, not nude
shawty sh+t wet, i ain’t gotta use lube (h+ll nah)
i could care less what they talk about
i’m here for myself, tryna ball out
he nervous around us, he fall out
tryna impress her, baby girl look at my walkdown
yeah, yeah, i know you not feelin’ me
i’m like “b+tch, you ain’t gotta there for me”
b+tch, you ain’t no kin to me
we finna take his ass out, that’s drill to me
he ain’t finna do nothin’, got a loud mouth
glock 19, louis vuitton pouch
you just broke as f+ck, and you love the couch
they ain’t know before, now they know now
baby girl know i get psyched
she ain’t my type, but i f+ck her, i like what i like
birthday week, lil’ glokk drop deuce in his sprite
i’m on the perc’, geekin’ with a b+tch, tryna get my [?]
he watchin’ the back, he know that i’m shiesty
5.56 bite his ear, mike tyson
and i ride with a glizzy and the switch not licensed
in that stolo, low, and i’m baby woah
i got h+lla hoes, know they black rolls
if your ass told, this a mini drac’, not a micro
he just specialized, he a real shooter
he could your shoot ass, with his eyes closed
he’ll shoot your ass, with a blindfold
now to crash out, but he won’t go
[chorus]
woah (woah), backdoor that boy for that bag
upgraded all my new mags
lifestyle i live, that sh+t fast
vampire sh+t, i know i’m the real drac’
drac’ hit dough, what the f+ck did he stack?
c+ckblockin’ b+tch, get the f+ck off my lap
duck all my opps, then call a lil’ shack
treat atlanta just like baby ray
when i f+ck again, double back
pin the ho to the wall, give her back
anything to get her off my back
baby pistol whip the jaw, break it, this on god
baby woke up, sound sick
shoot the boy ’till he meet god
we finna pop, where the f+ck is my rod?

- glokk40spaz lyrics

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