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tlg dooda & mac moo - back to back lyrics

(d+mn zay how you do that sh+t)

aye, n+ggas mad that i did that
trippin for that b+tch your n+gga died and you ain’t slid back
she wanna give me neck, break a check throw that ass back
b+tch i’m jody woah i’m cash money where your cash at?
aye, opps hate a n+gga like my granddad
sittin in that cell like “oh well where that tab at?”
baby momma sick, eat the d+ck like a fruit snack
and how we on sh+t just get a bag witcho mad ass

b+tch

and nerd n+ggas they can’t get to me
never been a p but i can’t show no b+tch no sympathy
ridin’ with my folks if he ain’t tell em f+ck a referee
diamonds on this neck, chained up like it’s slavery
wasn’t in the field but on the net just where them b+tches be
play your cards right or i’ma deck you with this 50 piece
and when them people ask do your job just don’t mention me
how a n+gga thuggin on my wrist it ain’t no changing me

sh+t

n+ggas gang till they slippin
they wanna be around till a round hit they children
never into facts you wanna fuss b+tch don’t listen
never in the race i’m just addicted to the chicken, jit
i just hit em with a jumper all i got is cash i ain’t hump her
hoppin out the white doin numbers in a cat burning rubber
50 in this chop doing numbers, brody ain’t no k!ller he can’t even keep a thumper
we that type of loner
bust a n+gga ass his life over
slide through my section it ain’t good game over
hey better watch your mans he done rolled us
gotta stay consistent with this work n+ggas jokesters

f+ck the slam i gotta keep a bl!ck these n+ggas usin hams
flexin for that b+tch up on the book? got a n+gga gram
i can’t even f+ck the luh hooker where her cousin then?
hatin on a n+gga cause i’m humble b+tch do your dance
actin with a slam just jacked 2 gone you shoulda let it cram
i ain’t even f+ckin with the homie you shoulda never ran
brody just caught another case and he can’t let it jam
i ain’t with the shakin hands, walk up and face a man

aye, said she never been ot i’m for the culture
let a n+gga get this job i’ma put him on a poster
hey zay this sh+t knock i need another
keep bl!cky when out the field or get thundered
i lost my thugs ain’t been the same, sh+t dangerous man
gang taxed it outcho house you got protection man

aye, n+ggas goofy you would be surprised
diamonds on his neck without a slap, how is n+ggas live?
aye, suicidal thoughts he michael jackson fly
i can’t hit your wood it ain’t no dope it ain’t gone get me high

b+tch n+ggas stressin with no cake another silly kind
bad b+tch bussin h+lla dates she choose her typa time

aye how is that your brother and he testified
i’m true story like i’m bris i can’t tell a lie (x2)

1042 f+ck your crew dem my typa guys
these n+ggas talk these n+ggas woof these n+ggas duck and hide
.223 came with a bl!cky or that drummy kind
i ain’t no dummy ain’t no baker leave you n+ggas fried

- tlg dooda mac moo lyrics

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