Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lick Back Remix, artist - Est GeeDate of issue: 16.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lick Back Remix |
| Throw the hood up and then we skrrt off |
| Slidin' in that Trackhawk, all my jewelry on, my shirt off |
| Turn her phone on DND, on silent, all alerts off |
| It’s a fast car, but I’m movin' slow, I like my syrup raw |
| Every nigga 'round me shoot that yeek and get they merch off |
| I don’t bark, I bite, I got more paper than your big dawg |
| Wanna change your life? |
| My best advice a brick of fentanyl |
| This bitch type is wife, I might just let the condom slip off |
| Ain’t too many like me, ninety-nine percent of 'em rip-offs |
| On point even at her spot, I never take my kicks off |
| Ask my opps how it feel to wake up daily and get shit on |
| You get in your feelings and make diss songs |
| I make at your people’s house, outside shootin' that blick songs |
| And I’m still good on every block I used to knock P’s on |
| Boss, I get you chalked, my name ain’t something that you should speak on |
| Pulled out twenty somethin' just to let Johnny put my teeth on |
| My money ten feet tall, but I ain’t something you should shoot at |
| Kill somethin', you wan' lock in with us, I thought you knew that |
| My plug drove the load in on a truck, next day, he flew back |
| I talk so much shit, I need a Tic-Tac |
| I got five thousand for you, help me set this wolf trap |
| Started a new strain smokin' your man, this here a wolf pack |
| Up on the score, but we still active like we on get-back |
| Only thing gon' take that pain away is if you get racks |
| Forever get my lick back |
| Pluto |
| Suckin' this bitch titty like I’m tryna get some syrup out it |
| Opps shot at me ten years ago, niggas still gettin' murked 'bout it |
| I put on so many white diamonds, made a snow bunny get cockeyed |
| Slime that bitch out to my crew, ho got crossed out |
| I bet you I piss out codeine, bitch gon' kiss it, it’s a blessing |
| Bustdown on my freak because she suck it excellent |
| Certified stepper, bust your head and pull a hamstring |
| Cocaine so pure, sellin' re-up on an airplane |
| Murder red diamond on my pinky ring (On my pinky ring) |
| Sixty-six murders on my tennis chain (Sixty-six murders, nigga) |
| Back and forth, yeah, I’m playing tennis games (I'm playin' tennis games) |
| Racks, I’m out the credit game (In and out the credit game) |
| (King Pluto, yeah) |
| I got more millions than followers, nigga, I’m a big dog |
| I dropped few dollars on Cuban links, real fentanyl |
| I got my main bitch watered down like a fish bowl |
| Bitch just went to suckin', I couldn’t even get the TEC out (What you tell her?) |
| I just went to bustin', he couldn’t even get the vest out (What you said?) |
| I just got so mad, I went did a drill in my Redeye (What you said?) |
| Showed the bitch the Honda, she ain’t ever seen a deadeye (Yeah) |
| All these diamond chains, that bitch thought I had my shirt on (Pluto) |
| At the laundromat washin' the money, getting the dog off (Washin' off the dog) |
| All this food, turn the weed spot into a doghouse (Rrr) |
| Might just fuck a famous bitch in the bathroom at Walmart (King Pluto) |
| I done hit so many niggas' wives, I need a ballpark |
| Before I marry this bitch, rather give a mil' to my mother (One hundred) |
| Took her off the jet, now her addy on my father |
| I’ve been dodgin' all these nasty hoes like a Charger |
| Yeah, so much pape', I bribed fate to hold my karma |
| My cause worldwide, if I die, I’m a martyr |
| He snake me, ain’t faze me, my lick back harder |
| I’m sittin', washin' my hands, dirty streets scarred us |
| Making this money, remain flawless, I promise |
| I’m no star, I’m much more, I’m enormous |
| Every time they try to slide, I swear to God we spinned back |
| Forever gettin' my lick back, yeah |