| Let the band play
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| Yeah
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| Skrrt skrrt, skrrt' uh
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| Pull up foreigns back to back' back to back' back to back to back
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| And hop out with them racks, with them racks, yeah' with them big old racks
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| Ayy, shout out to my set, to my set' you see it around my neck
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| Yeah, bitch, we like to flex, we like to flex, we ball, don’t break a sweat
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| Yeah, all these damn dead presidents, I’m gettin' too much, it’s scarin' me
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| Fuck these hoes, just let 'em be, can’t let 'em get the best of me
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| Bitch, I got the recipe, can’t no nigga compare to me
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| Yeah, all this water water on me, I might go join the swimming team
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| I got dough, Krispy Kreme
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| Fresh to death, crispy clean
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| Bitch I smoke Christmas trees
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| Got them lumps in my jeans
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| Diamonds jumping, trampoline
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| Uh, all you hear is bling (Bling)
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| Ball so hard, they think we cheatin'
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, you see it
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| Pull up foreigns back to back, back to back, back to back to back
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| And hop out with them racks, with them racks, yeah, with them big old racks
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| Ayy, shout out to my set, to my set, you see it around my neck
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| Yeah, bitch, we like to flex, we like to flex, we ball, don’t break a sweat
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| We pull up back to back, back to back to back to back to back
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| No, I don’t play fair, shit 'round my neck jumpin' like jumping jacks
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| All these bitches swear that they love me, bitch, you just love these stacks
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| Dolph come on the radio, your girl gon' turn it up to the max
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| Paper Route, Paper Route, Paper Route (Uh)
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| Motherfuckin' Business, lil' nigga (Uh)
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| Fuck this rap shit, got some homeboys down the road doin' life sentence
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| Lil' nigga (Free my dawgs, free my dawgs)
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| I never played tennis but I got racks (Racks)
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| Eight stacks just for a backpack (Racks)
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| See some fuck niggas, then blatt blatt (Blatt blatt)
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| Blatt blatt blatt blatt (Ayy)
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| Lake Michigan on my wrist (Flooded)
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| Mississippi river on my neck (Flooded)
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| Went to hollywood just to go flex (It's Dolph)
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| I took his bitch, made her my pet (Bitch)
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| I wish all of my old hoes the best (Fuck y’all)
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| Me and Tray-Tray on a jet (Bitch)
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| Blue Power Ranger on his chest, hah, blessed
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| Pull up foreigns back to back, back to back, back to back to back
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| And hop out with them racks, with them racks, yeah, with them big old racks
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| Ayy, shout out to my set, to my set, you see it around my neck
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| Yeah, bitch, we like to flex, we like to flex, we ball, don’t break a sweat |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back to Back , by - Key Glock. Song from the album Dum and Dummer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп