| Rollin' these Backwoods, we smokin' it up
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| Yeah, I got caught but I’m still gon' lie
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| Nigga, I’m drippin', you talk 'bout you fly
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| You talkin' the GOAT talk, I’m callin' 'em out
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| Boy, I go too hard, I put it on everything
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| Ain’t no catchin' me down bad, I’m bustin' everything
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| Girl, pop this Percocet and come out your clothes, yeah, yeah
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| Fuck leprechauns, I’m banging green and I got gold rings
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| Nah, I ain’t worried 'bout these bitches, I’m doin' it for you, yeah, yeah
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| Showin' y’all boys the wave, the drip, and the juice, yeah, yeah
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| I’m thinkin' 'bout hundreds while eatin' Benihana, yeah, yeah
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| Real busybody, big truck, big bodies
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| These niggas sweet so we lickin' like lollies, rip off his pockets
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| Glock got a switch so don’t get out of pocket, these bullets flyin'
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| Open that pussy, tell that thing let me in
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| Open that pussy, tell that thing let me in
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| I knock on that pussy, just like a door
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| She shakin' her hips and bouncin' that ass, I like how it roll, yeah, yeah
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| Tell them tolls
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| I cut off my one bitch but know I got plenty more
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| I ball with my young bull like I’m Derrick Rose
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| I hope you know, behind these closed doors
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| Lil' baby a freak freak
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| Rollin' these Backwoods, we smokin' it up
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| Yeah, I got caught but I’m still gon' lie
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| Nigga, I’m drippin', you talk 'bout you fly
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| You talkin' the GOAT talk, I’m callin' 'em out
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| Boy, I go too hard, I put it on everything
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| Ain’t no catchin' me down bad, I’m bustin' everything
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| Girl, pop this Percocet and come out your clothes, yeah, yeah
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| Fuck leprechauns, I’m banging green and I got gold rings
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| Nah, I ain’t worried 'bout these bitches, I’m doin' it for you, yeah, yeah
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| Showin' y’all boys the wave, the drip, and the juice
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| Yeah, she a freak freak
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| And she get geeked like she creach, jeesh
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| Baby girl, know you can eat me
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| Yeah, she a vegan, she don’t eat meat
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| Shit, then you can’t be with me
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| I drop the top off the ceiling
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| I don’t see no nigga, no Visine
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| Movin' this shit where the dial is
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| Bitch, I’m a dog, where my damn leash?
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| Black and white squirts on my damn sheets
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| On the outskirts gettin' blue cheese
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| Mustard, I’m eatin' in Cali
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| I’m tired of doin' favors, don’t ask me
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| This a Bourbon Backwood, now the gang need it
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| I was walkin' on Bleveland, they passed me
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| Now you walkin' on Bleveland, I’m laughing
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| I know why I made it, God, he had me
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| Nigga try me, it’s World War 3, fuck a tragic
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| Ride with Glocks and the drums all up in traffic
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| Rock a red dot, it’s over with, now you past tense
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| Rollin' these Backwoods, we smokin' it up
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| Yeah, I got caught but I’m still gon' lie
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| Nigga, I’m drippin', you talk 'bout you fly
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| You talkin' the GOAT talk, I’m callin' 'em out
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| Boy, I go too hard, I put it on everything
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| Ain’t no catchin' me down bad, I’m bustin' everything
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| Girl, pop this Percocet and come out your clothes, yeah, yeah
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| Fuck leprechauns, I’m banging green and I got gold rings
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| Nah, I ain’t worried 'bout these bitches, I’m doin' it for you, yeah, yeah
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| Showin' y’all boys the wave, the drip, and the juice |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On Everything, artist - Lil Keed. Album song Long Live Mexico, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп