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lil man j - backstreet lyrics

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[intro]
uh
yeah

[chorus]
i hit the croc’, she cook in the pot, they callin’ me betty (betty)
i feel i made it, i’m runnin’ up guap, i’m countin’ up fetty (countin’ it up)
no, they ain’t with me, if i shoot the fire, i know they ain’t ready (uh, uh)
if he try play me, i’m stuffin’ him up, they callin’ him teddy
100k up in my matress, 2k the bnb now we live lavish
i’m grateful for time when i didn’t have it
bbl be from miami, she know she a baddie
went from depression to now livin’ happy
ain’t go to sleep, but my head lookin’ nappy
you look like a turtle, i’m callin’ you snappy
i do this for grams and my mommy and pappy
you from the outside, we k!ll in the backstreet (backstreet)

[verse 1]
tryna get another bag, i’on need none
ain’t happy with the service, need a refund (refund)
ice on hitter trigger like a lil’ pica (wow)
shakin’ the legs, i got mean tongue (mean tongue)
runnin’ the ball like i’m minga (runnin’)
you take it too serious, don’t mean none (don’t mean none)
you take it too serious, don’t mean none
let me get a bag first (bag first), flip it over make her back hurt (uh, uh)
thought you was with me now you inna… you inna black he+rs+
you should come over, but i gotta ask her
could have been k!lled, but now i stay alert
now he on feet, now i got a louis shirt
gotta look durk, no, i ain’t need [?] smurk (smurk)
[chorus]
i hit the croc’, she cook in the pot, they callin’ me betty (betty)
i feel i made it, i’m runnin’ up guap, i’m countin’ up fetty (countin’ it up)
no, they ain’t with me, if i shoot the fire, i know they ain’t ready (uh, uh)
if he try play me, i’m stuffin’ him up, they callin’ him teddy
100k up in my matress, 2k the bnb now we live lavish
i’m grateful for time when i didn’t have it
bbl be from miami, she know she a baddie
went from depression to now livin’ happy
ain’t go to sleep, but my head lookin’ nappy
you look like a turtle, i’m callin’ you snappy
i do this for grams and my mommy and pappy
you from the outside, we k!ll in the backstreet (backstreet)

[verse 2]
where the boy’s goin’? don’t know what we doin’
hit from the back, you know i be screwin’
8 hunnid cash, my patnas can grew it
no, i ain’t happy
i just be livin’ it up, city, i’m hittin’ it up
these people been runnin’ it up
but i get the back and they show no love (no love)
you hit on me once and i gotta… i call it bluff
look like i’m playin’ poker
said you a freak, well, hop on the sofa
i hit it up, you know i ain’t know her
came with a popper, but i ain’t gonna blow her
uh, throw her back out, now i’m tryna get the racks and the racks now (racks)
[?] like a cash cow (cash cow)
gotta spray the whole boy like a power (ooh)
where you come from? i don’t know (i don’t know)
when they shootin’ the shot and i go (go)
and 345 for the low and 345 for the low
[chorus]
i hit the croc’, she cook in the pot, they callin’ me betty (betty)
i feel i made it, i’m runnin’ up guap, i’m countin’ up fetty (countin’ it up)
no, they ain’t with me, if i shoot the fire, i know they ain’t ready (uh, uh)
if he try play me, i’m stuffin’ him up, they callin’ him teddy
100k up in my matress, 2k the bnb now we live lavish
i’m grateful for time when i didn’t have it
bbl be from miami, she know she a baddie
went from depression to now livin’ happy
ain’t go to sleep, but my head lookin’ nappy
you look like a turtle, i’m callin’ you snappy
i do this for grams and my mommy and pappy
you from the outside, we k!ll in the backstreet (backstreet)

[outro]
yeah



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