Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back Bone, artist - Young Thug. Date of issue: 11.10.2018
Song language: English
Back Bone |
| Ayy, Jeffery |
| Rich Gang or don’t bang, know what I’m sayin'? |
| Goddamn, money gettin' type of shit |
| Yeah, yeah |
| I promise I won’t ever switch up |
| Rich Gang |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I gotta get rich 'cause I’m everybody’s backbone (ayy) |
| And they just wanna see what’s in the bag, homes (see what’s in my bag) |
| I was taught to do it, and irrational ('rational) |
| Six by six the Benz, yeah, the wagon |
| I’m tense, I might just fuck you with your bag on (fuck you with your bag) |
| Got the Bentley coupe to match the wagon (wagon) |
| Dawg said he gon' beat it, I told him, «Wag on"(wag on) |
| If you ain’t tell you’ll get a bag when you get back home (hundred racks) |
| When you get back home (yeah) |
| Skeet off and hop in the dually (yeah, skrrt, skrrt) |
| Airin' it out, 'bout to throw it back, shootin' (do-do-do-do-do-do-do) |
| My niggas said they trill but I want 'em to prove it, yeah (gotta prove it) |
| If I wasn’t rich, didn’t have a job, would you still do it, yeah? |
| Still got Versace drawls, go buy out the bar when you ball (yeah) |
| These hoes, they counterfeit (yeah), them niggas gon' change on y’all (these |
| niggas) |
| I’m lettin' her suck the balls (woah), the mornin' I’m kickin' her out (bye, |
| bitch) |
| I’ll never follow y’all, I built my own lane, I’m a boss (boss) |
| Yeah, bad bitch flawless, yeah, diamonds, they flawless (flawless) |
| Yeah, fuck nigga playin', yeah, now, fuck around, cost him (do-do-do) |
| Gon' take his life (take it), earn a couple stripes (what? nah) |
| Let the boy live (why?) for his momma’s sake |
| I gotta get rich 'cause I’m everybody’s backbone (woo) |
| And they just wanna see what’s in the bag, homes (bag, homes) |
| I was taught to do it, and irrational ('rational) |
| Six by six the Benz, yeah, the wagon |
| I’m tense, I might just fuck you with your bag on |
| Got the Bentley coupe to match the wagon (the Bentley coupe to match it) |
| Dawg said he gon' beat it, I told him, «Wag on"(wag on) |
| If you ain’t tell you’ll get a bag when you get back home (you gon' get you a |
| big bag for real) |
| When you get back home (yeah) |
| I got a big ol' Birkin bag with my feet up (feet up) |
| I fucked around and told her, «Pass me money for the re-up"(for the re-up) |
| I got the mothafuckin' ball, who tryna D up? |
| (Who tryna D up?) |
| I got the mothafuckin' ball, who tryna D us? |
| (They can’t D us) |
| Cat carpet red, and it’s about to kick your feet up (kick your feet up) |
| Put Michael Jackson in my crew, we can be the Beatles (Rich Gang) |
| My wrist is water, my ears is water |
| I’ll fuck your daughter (I swear), she just wanna be a starter |
| And I done charged up (I charged up), now she tryna play harder (then what?) |
| I showed a lot of racks, yeah (racks), got 'em stuffed in my garments (then |
| what?) |
| Made the bitch stop breathin' and now she got a heartache (hahaha) |
| I put it real deep, now she got a stomachache |
| I gotta get rich 'cause I’m everybody’s backbone (backbone) |
| And they just wanna see what’s in the bag, homes (racks in my back) |
| I was taught to do it, and irrational (do it and irrational) |
| Six by six the Benz, yeah, the wagon (six by six) |
| I’m tense, I might just fuck you with your bag on (bag on) |
| Got the Bentley coupe to match the wagon (the Bentley coupe to match it) |
| Dawg said he gon' beat it, I told him, «Wag on"(wag on) |
| If you ain’t tell you’ll get a bag when you get back home |
| If you didn’t tell you’ll get your bag when you get back home |
| When you get back home |
| If you didn’t tell you’ll get your bag when you get back home |
| If you ain’t tell you’ll get a bag when you get back home, yeah |
| If you didn’t tell, I’ll get you a Kardashian, let you bone, bone, yeah |
| If you didn’t tell, you’ll get a bag when you get back home, yeah |
| You get back home, yeah |
| When you get back home, yeah |
| A hundred racks on your books down at Jackson, yeah |
| I know you straight but you’ll still get a bag when you get back home, ayy |
| Zip your mouth |
| Lock it and throw the key away, yeah |
| Diamonds, on my mothafuckin' wrist bling blay, yeah |
| I got gators on my feet |
| I got… |