| Backwoods stuffed with a 3−5
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| When I creep by, I’m prolly throwin' peace signs out the window
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| I’m busy, I ain’t got time for pretendin'
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| Yeah, hit her one time and forget her
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| Sweat when we fuckin', work out like it’s tennis
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| We ain’t goin' steady, try not to catch feelings
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| She tryna start rappin', she want her a feature
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| I ain’t into mixin' my hoes with my business
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| Plus I got my own bitch at home I be chillin'
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| I can’t even lie, I be feelin' alone even when in a room full of niggas
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| Devil played with my mind for a long enough time, now he don’t even know how
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| I’m livin'
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| Had to give it to God, I went and got on my grind and I turnt up on all of
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| these niggas
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| Plus I stay with that iron, I’m Baby, don’t pay me no mind
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| Told the bitch play with Sega, don’t play with my mind
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| Take DaBaby away I’m still John, that lil' nigga gone stay on his grind
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| I got all the way up out the mud before I got here, they ain’t really want me
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| to shine
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| Plus I ain’t never think I was like one of you niggas, I’ve been this way since
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| I was five
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| Think I done passed it along to my daughter, her confidence quality,
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| she only three
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| Got a whole other beautiful daughter, they look like each other,
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| can’t wait till the day that they meet
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| I knew it was room at the table for me to get somethin' so I turned up and got
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| me a seat
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| Just to get what they want they gone say that they love you
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| You gotta be patient and watch how they creep
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| Took the diamonds off all of my teeth
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| Won’t let 'em put me in the box
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| Momma bought them Reeboks 'cause them bitches was cheap
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| First day of school we had new soldier Ree’s
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| When I’m talkin' to God only time on my knees
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| Even while on your knees with your hands in the air
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| Police shootin' before they say freeze
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| Left a piece of us dead on the streets
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| Backwoods stuffed with a 3−5
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| When I creep by, I’m prolly throwin' peace signs out the window
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| I’m busy, I ain’t got time for pretendin'
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| Yeah, hit her one time and forget her
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| Sweat when we fuckin', work out like it’s tennis
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| We ain’t goin' steady, try not to catch feelings
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| She tryna start rappin', she want her a feature
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| I ain’t into mixin' my hoes with my business
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| I ain’t into mixin' my hoes with my business
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| You gotta believe me, all that shit easy
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| Tell a fuck hoe get out, if she ever think that she don’t need me
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| I’m Toosii, look at my watch, now it’s two-tone
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| What you think? |
| Give me the chance, I’ll get you gone
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| You know I’m flyer than a bird, I be fly with the words
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| I’ll fuck 'round shit on your tombstone
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| Back to the basics, I ain’t buyin' no Asics
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| I told gang grow weed 'fore he cop from a nigga
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| 'Cause these niggas be hatin', he know that they’ll fuck 'round and lace it
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| Go to New York, so fly with the pole
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| Young nigga flyer than a hoe
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| I be one deep, never four deep, put Forgis on the rims then I go slide with ya
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| hoe
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| But excuse me I never ain’t ask for this lifestyle
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| Niggas gettin' low, we shootin' them pipes out
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| Police tell him freeze, put his hands up, he go to pull his pants up, damn,
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| now he lights out
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| My momma treat me like a veteran
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| My brother think that I’m ahead of him
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| I tell him just 'cause I got a lil' money, I ain’t actin' funny
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| He the reason I’m better than shit that I used to be
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| I take a Only Fans bitch turn her into a star, yeah right, nigga gotta get used
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| to me
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| I could give a damn 'bout a hoe 'cause the last bitch I fucked with she ended
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| up usin' me
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| I know she mad that she ended up losin' me
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| I know she mad that the lil' bitch a fool to me
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| I been had it, baby, none of this new to me
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| Better think twice 'fore you think about losin' me
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| Backwoods stuffed with a 3−5
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| When I creep by, I’m prolly throwin' peace signs out the window
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| I’m busy, I ain’t got time for pretendin'
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| Yeah, hit her one time and forget her
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| Sweat when we fuckin', work out like it’s tennis
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| We ain’t goin' steady, try not to catch feelings
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| She tryna start rappin', she want her a feature
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| I ain’t into mixin' my hoes with my business
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| Plus I got my own bitch at home, I be chillin'
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| I ain’t really pressed for no bitches
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| I know you ain’t callin' yo self a real nigga, upset 'cause you pressed for a
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| picture
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| I know that they ten steps behind on a few of my gifts and they don’t really
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| get it
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| They know if they touch one of mine, I’ma air this bitch out, I put that on
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| Miss Linda |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bidness , by - DaBaby. Song from the album My Brother’s Keeper, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп