lil backwood - friend lyrics
[intro: lil backwood]
what? aye it’s backwood, yeah what? aye
[chours: lil backwood]
i might just f-ck on your sister
i might just f-ck on her friend
i shoot a few player my man
i popped a perc my hand
p-ssy i shoot at your friend
p-ssy i shoot at your friend
p-p-ssy i shoot at your friend, aye
p-ssy i shoot at your friend
[verse 1: lil backwood]
p-ssy get off of my line, i don’t got no time
[?] b-tch just get you blind, my b-tch she is fine
it felt like a dime, or snake like a slime
you ski b-tch i grind, this money gonna climb
your girl on my mind, see i don’t like lime
your baby gonna cry, little b-tch why you lying
p-ssy n-gg- you die, she talk sh-t it slide
you n-gg-s know i’m sliding, b-tch why you talking all this [?]
[?] like rihanna, she whooping the break up
you not my clone boy don’t get [?]
fooling with [?]
i am the sh-t and you n-gg-s you know it
rocking on me and i swear i’d blow it
stacking this clip and your b-tch she be rolling
running some bread cause n-gg-s be trolling
choking on [?] i k!ll cause i’m evil, and end like a sequel
i shoot at your people, pinport like a needle
you act like a [?] see threw i eat you like sea food
this be evil knievel i bounce on the check then i flex
b-tch why you all up my neck? she try to grind some more s-x
drunk in a a arrest i just invest, just like the top of a scully
like a mummy, she smoke my d-ck she a dummy
n-gg-s be acting real funny, but these n-gg-s getting no money
oh my god n-gg- why you act like you know me?
b-tch i ball like my name is a
if you is a p-ssy y’all shoot with your homies
only talking money like my sh-t is ? god d-mn little n-gg-
[chours: lil backwood]
i might just f-ck on your sister
i might just f-ck on her friend
i shoot a few player my man
i popped a perc my hand
p-ssy i shoot at your friend
p-ssy i shoot at your friend
p-ssy i shoot at your friend
p-ssy i shoot at your friend
i might just f-ck on your sister
i might just f-ck on her friend
i shoot a few player my man
i popped a perc my hand
p-p-ssy i shoot at your friend
p-ssy i shoot at your friend
p-ssy i shoot at your friend
p-ssy i shoot at your friend
[verse 2: ski mask the slump god]
aye n-gg- we ain’t feeling i might pull up in a
b-tch know i’m a star i might pull up nascar
b-tch said what you thought, she might drop neck for some clout
white gold in my mouth, pinky up like gl-ss house, aye
she don’t wanna meet my clique, but she rocking with a n-gg-
cause i got a big d-ck, and i got a really big stick like it’s
modern warfare black ops my wrist, told them n-gg-s i like brisk
and they thought it was a game diamonds wet like brisk
told them n-gg-s i might destruco disk
ballin on me vans on me like fauni, wet like the , diamonds on
me like kony still ran up that money, laughing ain’t sh-t funny, 30 round on my tummy, touch my money if you
[chours: lil backwood]
p-ssy i shoot at your friend
p-ssy i shoot at your friend
p-ssy i shoot at your friend
p-ssy i shoot at your friend
p-ssy i shoot at your friend
p-ssy i shoot at your friend
p-ssy i shoot at your friend
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