| XO, yeah
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| Ayy, tell me when you ready
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| I ain’t lettin' 'em talk how they wanna
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| Kill 'em, they try to play me
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| Hustlin', got plenty paper
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| Try to take it, I’m gon' knock somethin' off
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| Smokin' on paper, keepin' my mind on murder
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| Fuck dissin', we tryna catch the bitch in person
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| That’s when it goes down
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| Ain’t no pick and choose
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| We don’t ever lose, we known to break the rules
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| Put that stick on dude
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| Now them niggas screamin' they gon' stretch me too
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| Blow his mind soon as that bitch go boom
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| Life designed, we don’t leave no clues
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| You want my name, I want your hat
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| So what the fuck you wanna do?
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| Ooh
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| I’m puttin' 'em straight on the news
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| Them choppers screamin' like ooh
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| I’m puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah
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| Niggas hatin', even got the police tryna stop him
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| He ran his mouth 'bout Top 'nem
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| Got the drop and then we popped him
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| Should be glad that you’re not him
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| In my Rolls-Royce ridin' with no tint
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| Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
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| Big Glocks, big knots, they know him
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| We be ridin' around on big rims
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| We be schemin', tryna zip him and all the rest
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| Shawty hangin' 'round a bitch 'nem, we gon' put 'em all to rest
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| Them hoes gon' follow checks
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| I’m really ballin', what I got, buy all again
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| Backyardigans
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| Ooh
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| I’m puttin' 'em straight on the news
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| Them choppers screamin' like ooh
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| I’m puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah (Look)
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| Drivin' fast, can’t get a pass, you crash, nigga
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| Cross the line, we gon' bust his ass, we gon' do 'em bad, leave 'em smashed,
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| nigga
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| Ridin' around with these chains on, got my pockets filled with that bag, nigga
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| Fuck all these hoes, then I send 'em home, and I finish flexin' while you’re
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| mad, nigga
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| When I up, release the whole mag, nigga (I mean that)
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| Them boys been hoes at all
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| They tend to slum it down and they won’t stop
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| They mad I don’t be tryin' and I’m hot (And I’m hot)
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| Buy that Bentley, then I buy another car
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| I have 'em wonderin' how I done got all this money, what the fuck?
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| Got a watch on both my arms when they see me pullin' up
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| Got all these youngins with me armed, nigga, we don’t give a fuck
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| It go down, shoot it up
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| We bust and leave a nigga stuck
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| Run with the crowd, catch up with us (Who made this shit?)
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| Ooh (TayTay made the beat)
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| I’m puttin' 'em straight on the news
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| Them choppers screamin' like ooh
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| I’m puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah
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| Ooh (Backyardigans)
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| I put a bitch on the news (Backyardigans)
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| Ooh (Backyardigans)
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| Ooh (Backyardigans)
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| Niggas hatin', even got the police tryna stop him (Who made this shit?)
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| He ran his mouth 'bout Top 'nem (TayTay made the beat)
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| Got the drop and then we popped him
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| Should be glad that you’re not him
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| In my Rolls-Royce ridin' with no tint
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| Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
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| Big Glocks, big knots, they know him
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| We be ridin' around on big rims |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Last Backyard... , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Song from the album Top, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп