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tyronfrmda100s - backdoor lyrics

[chorus]
man these b+tches hoes, and these n+ggas hoes
ballin’ on these n+ggas, number one like i’m drose
switch make a big n+gga lean back like he fat joe
and we steady puttin’ n+ggas onna’ shirt like a logo
she be all up on my d+ck, i can’t trust that sh+t
hoes backdoorin’ everyday that’s why i trust my sticks
shoot at opps don’t shoot at rims, my shot release is real quick
plus we love croppin’ lame n+ggas out the f+ckin’ pic

[verse]
hollow tips spinnin’, wet em’ up like he got baptized
you was talking allat sh+t, forty leave you paralyzed
you ain’t spin back for yo’ bro you in the crib, you terrified
trenches baby we gon’ pop out everyday we neva’ hidin
we don’t got to sneak up on em’ hollows spread like they diseases
they be waitin’ till i lack but i got two straps like steven
foe nem got hit in head that n+gga family couldn’t believe it
put that n+gga inna morgue because that n+gga always speakin
when my demons get provoked they put that barrel to yo head
if i catch ‘em wit his b+tch, then they both gon’ be dead
man these opps be just haters, but they really look like fans
i got several f+ckin’ bodies but i can’t count em on my hands
these bullets leave big ass holes man they don’t leave a f+ckin scratch
last n+gga tried to run on me, now that n+gga head cracked
better duck yo head cuz i’m dumpin bullets out the mac
slide for them bros, we f+ck hoes, our dress cold is all black
y’all n+ggas always say y’all real but y’all n+ggas really rats
look at the scoreboard, we up by twenty four y’all need get back
he got shot in that coupe, leave his head in his lap
and this glock stuck to me like it was a velcro strap
[chorus]
man these b+tches hoes, and these n+ggas hoes
ballin’ on these n+ggas, number one like i’m drose
switch make a big n+gga lean back like he fat joe
and we steady puttin’ n+ggas onna’ shirt like a logo
she be all up on my d+ck, i can’t trust that sh+t
hoes backdoorin’ everyday that’s why i trust my sticks
shoot at opps don’t shoot at rims, my shot release is real quick
plus we love croppin’ lame n+ggas out the f+ckin’ pic

- tyronfrmda100s lyrics

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