Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Backstrap , by - YV. Release date: 24.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Backstrap |
| I’m runnin' and runnin' forever |
| I was down on my arse, couldn’t love even better |
| Told my mummy don’t stress |
| Coz she raised me best and I mean that |
| I kill for my brothers, (swear oh my God) |
| Right now I gotta whip, no sleep cuh the kids are fathers |
| All this mud in one room coming like one garden |
| OT work for a week, didn’t know what bath is |
| I was doing them hard flipz |
| Flavours smoked for my stress (my stress) |
| It’s a backstrap, I can feel it all in my chest now |
| Link this house with a zed of each with my head down |
| Let a nigga try run on me you get drenched down |
| Tryna flip them pebs how |
| And I started off on my arse |
| I can promise you the kid ain’t falling |
| I was OG, I had plenty of fumes |
| I can’t eat if they all stop calling |
| Got my guys on the wing, no Morley’s |
| If I give you a night, no talking |
| I like all of my girls unruly |
| Tell a girl no stallin' now |
| Pain in my heart when they locked me |
| Pain for my bro cuh it got me |
| If I trusted hoe, that’s not me |
| I put my dick in a bitch do it properly |
| She gave mouth but the kid needs sloppy |
| Get a buzz I don’t call your name |
| I don’t talk I just tuck my blade |
| On my own tryna find my lane now |
| Now they don’t love the smiling faces |
| I was riding basic |
| Had a bitch coming through on |
| Tryna up my pay slip |
| Xan calls in my back, (Ahhhh) |
| They don’t know I was tryna make them packs fly |
| I was down on my arse, couldn’t love even better |
| Told my mummy don’t stress |
| Coz she raised me best and I mean that |
| I kill for my brothers, (swear oh my God) |
| Right now I gotta whip, no sleep cuh the kids are fathers |
| All this mud in one room coming like one garden |
| OT work for a week, didn’t know what bath is |
| I was doing them hard flipz |
| Flavours smoked for my stress (my stress) |
| It’s a backstrap, I can feel it all in my chest now |
| Link this house with a zed of each with my head down |
| Let a nigga try run on me you get drenched down |
| Tryna flip them pebs how |
| I got brown around me like Bobbie |
| Fuck a drama boy this ain’t Corrie |
| I just roll the reefer and blow it |
| Niggas talking bread and can’t show it, what? |
| And I’m runnin' and runnin' |
| See I was grinding for weeks |
| We don’t sleep, I was working |
| I told my mummy don’t stress coz she raised me best and I mean that |