
Дата випуску: 07.10.2015
Мова пісні: Англійська
Back It Up |
First off, let me start off |
Looking for a chicky that I can get hard off |
Put her in the passenger, riding shotgun |
While I’m bussin' like a sawed off |
Tell me if I’m wrong y’all |
I live in a city where that shit is kind of glamorous |
Where niggas break them hearts and tell them bitches they can handle it |
And ladies breaking hearts if them niggas slippin' like banana peelings |
While I’m over here thinking I’ma put an end to that |
Trying to be a gentleman |
But they want a bad boy with a little intellect |
Treat her like a gentleman — sometimes |
But you gotta know when it’s time to beat it up one time |
Like an Af-rican drumline |
Love is a battlefield, I’ll be working her front line |
Take a leap of faith, stunt time, mother f- I’m on |
Raise your hands if you heard that sound |
If it ain’t real, you can turn that down |
No b-s ever hurt my style |
But it seems that’s all a nigga hear now |
You can tell her back it up then while I put it down |
Tell her back it up then while I put it down |
You can tell her back it up then while I put it down |
Nigga tell her back it up then while I put it down |
Raise your hands if you heard that sound |
If it ain’t real, you can turn that down |
No b-s ever hurt my style |
But it seems that’s all a nigga hear now |
Tell her Imma put it down |
I-I put it down, mutha fucka |
I-I swear if she around, she’ll be supper |
Got a style that’ll form a puddle |
I’m profound with a couple hundred pounds |
Of the bars that I found in the mud, nigga |
I’m trying to be the diamond in the rough |
And they just tell me that my time ain’t enough |
So I’m searching for a different clock |
Trying to spit that hard rock wood |
Ticked off trying to put that hickory in my tick tock |
Nigga I rock with hip-hop, Slipknot |
I just be hungry for the beats, where the zip-lock |
In the city where they don’t pass, get picked off |
I’m trying to start my own federation, Rick Rock |
Outcast, all the ladies told me kick rocks |
'Til I became a big boy, now I pick shots |
I was so used to hand-cuffing, yeah wrist locked |
Until every single girl I had wrist popped |
I got that feeling to do whatever whenever |
When they tell me I should just stop |
But I never give up on my dreams, neither I think should you |
I suggest not- not |
Raise your hands if you heard that sound |
If it ain’t real, you can turn that down |
No b-s ever hurt my style |
But it seems that’s all a nigga hear now |
You can tell her back it up then while I put it down |
Tell her back it up then while I put it down |
You can tell her back it up then while I put it down |
Nigga tell her back it up then while I put it down |
Raise your hands if you heard that sound |
If it ain’t real, you can turn that down |
No b-s ever hurt my style |
But it seems that’s all a nigga hear now |
Tell her Imma put it down |
One time for that star that was born |
With the heart made of steel, all metal like Korn |
With the pedal to the metal like flooring |
Beating up the metal with the pedal like floor kicks |
Got a certain style that’ll transcend |
Or it’ll find a way to hang around success like an ornament |
Thoughts never dormant, nigga never heard that adjective |
Always been active, searching for a keys like a door with it |
Sitting with a tangerine thing like an orange and |
Heart like juice, every track I’m always pouring it |
Nigga, no truce, every beat I go to war with it |
I’m a hungry nigga, I just eat, then I eat more of it |
I’m still searching for where the truth lies |
Feeling like Huey every time I do try |
But right now, these ladies is riling me up |
And I’m just trying to show 'em all a cool time |
I’m in that different mind-state, imaginary place as they imply |
With a mixed lady with pretty tight eyes |
Looking like they in Rize |
Spending however much time it takes |
With no breaks for my enterprise |
All green lights for my rental ride |
My highway’s never been so fly |
Put the Jets on it |
Raise your hands if you heard that sound |
If it ain’t real, you can turn that down |
No b-s ever hurt my style |
But it seems that’s all a nigga hear now |
You can tell her back it up then while I put it down |
Tell her back it up then while I put it down |
You can tell her back it up then while I put it down |
Nigga tell her back it up then while I put it down |
Raise your hands if you heard that sound |
If it ain’t real, you can turn that down |
No b-s ever hurt my style |
But it seems that’s all a nigga hear now |
Tell her Imma put it down |
Raise your hands if you heard that sound |
If it ain’t real, you can turn that down |
No b-s ever hurt my style |
But it seems that’s all a nigga hear now |
You can tell her back it up then while I put it down |
Tell her back it up then while I put it down |
You can tell her back it up then while I put it down |
Nigga tell her back it up then while I put it down |
Raise your hands if you heard that sound |
If it ain’t real, you can turn that down |
No b-s ever hurt my style |
But it seems that’s all a nigga hear now |
Tell her Imma put it down |
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