Paroles de la chanson BackendProblemChild par Dee Watkins

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Paroles de la chanson BackendProblemChild par Dee Watkins

Hoppa in the lab
D Major, baby
Yeah
Ayy, 40, what they doin'?
Ayy, ayy

Go get that money, but don't let it change you
I take them Percocets until I can't move
The only time they see us on the TV is the news
My niggas rather post up on the block than go to school
I'm thinkin' 'bout my brother, he in the penitentiary
Presidential Rollie on my wrist, I feel like Hillary
I can't fuck with him 'cause he got pussy nigga tendencies

I got a hundred rounds in this Drake for all my enemies

[NoCap]
I'm thinkin' about the struggle, its fuckin' with my enеrgy
I'm ballin' with my brothers, I'm richer than my enеmies
Rolex don't tick, nigga
If I want a bomb, I make it
Swear hoes in Tampa, nigga, treat me like I'm Tom Brady (Tom Brady)
Don't know why I bought you Cubans
I know when I lose it
I can see you fakin' your moves
I take that cash and I bury it
Money is the scariest
I don't care as long as it grew, ayy

[ NoCap & Dee Watkins
I ain't [1:12]???
Same time I went in, I'm losin' my ???
I just need money, I don't need no friends, ayy
Catch me in Chicago with my Glock, I'm [gonna?] win, ayy (Catch me in Chicago with my Glock, I'm [gonna?] win, ayy) (Catch me in Chicago with my Glock, I'm [gonna?] win, ayy)
D Major, baby
Ayy

[Dee Watkins]
Back up on that bullshit, I'm on it, ayy
Them drugs got me movin' like a zombie (Ayy, boy, what that doin'?)
Put some cash on his head like he an Onyx
Chase that money, that's the only time I'm runnin'

Fuck them niggas genuinely
Bitch, it ain't no fearin' me
Niggas run they mouth like Charlemagne, that DJ envy me
My lil' bitch keep blowin' up my phone, say she missin' me
Merry Christmas, bitch, I sent them shooters through your chimney, ayy
I am fuck with none of these niggas
I got drugs in my system, all my brothers in the system, uh
My chopper got a crush on hum, I let them bullets kiss him
And, I'm givin' you my pain on this fuckin' instrumental

[NoCap]
We probably never talk again, she seen me with her friend, ayy

Gave that boy so many shots, I shoulda been a CNA
Real nigga I stay, even if the rent ain't paid
For all these Jacksons, and my shooter on a rampage
??? like that bitch you tell her right things
Yellow diamonds in her AP, I ain't talkin' Vikings
And, it ain't take nothin' but a drop to turn my Sprite pink
And, the streets can't wait till I drop, this shit like Visine
Fuck them rappers stealin' my flow, they nothin' like me
My grandad was a hustler so that money just in my genes
I hate packin' my luggage, so I shop when I be landing
I went and bought drugs for everyone that had a ???

{Outro: NoCap & Dee Watkins]
And, I bought banana clips, my crew full of [pansies?]
I ain't got no legs, these pussy niggas, they can't stand me
She a real bitch, she hide them Perkies in her panties
Backend Problem Child, we need a hood [granny?]

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