| Aight nigga
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| Fuck it
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| We did it once we gon do it again
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| Hot Boy forever bitch
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| Lets ride nigga
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| Birdman wit the homie Mannie Fresh
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| And Juvenile so you clowns don’t arrest
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| Let’s do it
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| Got a Bentley wit the tags with the millionaire cash
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| Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand
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| Got the beat on the streets and we movin the slaya
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| Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag
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| Uptown money spots niggas countin they cash
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| No rules in this game niggs doin they thang
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| See me watchin for the people cuz they ready to slang
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| Blowin dro' in Bahamas so that pineapple plate
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| Couldn’t give us six cars for the money we make
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| I’m the king of the chrome get the fuck out my face
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| I’m the sun, I’m the moon, I’m the Benz, I’m the whips
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| I’m the crib, I’m the mouse quiet up in this bitch
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| Smoothe baller 22s in they hip
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| Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs
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| I’m in the heat of the cloud that’s how it’s goin down
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| A D-boy getting cheddar and I’m from uptown
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| Always poppin never stoppin
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| Glocks cockin, body droppin
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| Colla poppin, nigga knockin
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| Everybody give me space, back up
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| Everybody give me space, back up
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| Always poppin never stoppin
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| Glocks cockin, body droppin
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| Colla poppin, nigga knockin
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| Everybody give me space, back up
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| Everybody give me space, back up
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| (Gilly)
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| (Why you got that gun nigga?) Cuz I can
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| Woke up in the club with the bitch in my hand
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| Everybody lay down, stay down
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| I’m bout to spit this mothafuckin hay round
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| There’s one nigga I’m lookin at (you about to get it flat)
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| Everybody else just back back
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| Bustin, fussin, yellin, cussin
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| Fightin, bitin, niggas got to rustilin
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| Throwin big chairs, pushin down stairs
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| Disrespectin hoes pullin out weave hairs
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| But this one ho nobody know pull out the fo fo
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| Made niggas lay it down on the floor
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| That’s when the police came
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| The fire engine truck and the ambulance
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| Bitch still bustin shots like Jesse James
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| Big Money Heavyweight nigga I ain’t playin
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| The bitch was trill caught two to the grill
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| One in the head damn lil' one dead
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| Shit!
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| Gimme the roovie Juvie the shooter
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| Try to follow my pandemonium point I’m gon lose ya
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| Look around there’s some niggas not with me
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| Some of them dead, some of them doin bout 50
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| UTP you better stand up it’s the general
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| Bringin back the era of the criminal
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| Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme
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| Got killas so basically I’m doin my own thing
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| I drive a 7−6-0 strapped up waitin at the light for the hero
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| It’s kinda hot outside niggas done shot blue eyes
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| That’s fucked up cuz my connect dropped me 5
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| I’mma excersize my right to get this cheese
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| I don’t have to put in work nigga my bitch will squeeze
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| I ain’t positive I’m a black man
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| So watch your mouth playa cuz you can catch a back hand, and…
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| Always poppin never stoppin
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| Glocks cockin, body droppin
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| Colla poppin, nigga knockin
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| Everybody give me space, back up
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| Everybody give me space, back up
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| Always poppin never stoppin
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| Glocks cockin, body droppin
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| Colla poppin, nigga knockin
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| Everybody give me space, back up
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| Everybody give me space, back up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back Up, artist - Big Tymers. Album song Big Money Heavyweight, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп