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Paroles de la chanson Backroom par Mike Dimes
Pistol poppin load the clip
Roll the window do a hit
Pistol poppin' load the clip
Roll the window do a hit
Pistol poppin' load the clip
Roll the window do a hit
Cocalina sniffin' in the backroom
Wishy-washy bitches wanna see what all them racks do
Junkie wit a face, she loves to do it in the bathroom
Bitch you talk to much, she ain't saying nun
All these fake assumptions
But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Roll the window do a hit
Pistol poppin' load the clip
Roll the window do a hit
Pistol poppin' load the clip
Roll the window do a hit
Cocalina sniffin' in the backroom
Wishy-washy bitches wanna see what all them racks do
Junkie wit a face, she loves to do it in the bathroom
Bitch you talk to much, she ain't saying nun
All these fake assumptions
But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she fuckin' wit a trap nigga
Never heard of some
But she keep talkin' bout this clout nigga
If he give her drugs
She gonna trade it for some mouth nigga
Fuck wit her but don't fuck wit her
I got two phones, 1 for the woah, uh
Hello, you can catch me with a woe
Prolly fuckin' on the woe
Fill the blank I know you know
Solo baby I got things you never seen
And I can prolly show you baby
Make you feel right, fuckin' with a lame
No wonder why it doesn't feel nice
This record bass is boomin'
Now these bitches wanna feel Mike
She think she fuckin' wit a trap nigga
Never heard of some
But she keep talkin' bout this clout nigga
If he give her drugs
She gonna trade it for some mouth nigga
Fuck wit her but don't fuck wit her
I got two phones, 1 for the woah, uh
Hello, you can catch me with a woe
Prolly fuckin' on the woe
Fill the blank I know you know
Solo baby I got things you never seen
And I can prolly show you baby
Make you feel right, fuckin' with a lame
No wonder why it doesn't feel nice
This record bass is boomin'
Now these bitches wanna feel Mike
I don't need to talk about that blizzy just to feel fly
Been that n before I had figures
I got two hoes 1 juked your bro
Hello, a hoe she gone do it for a note
Or a gram to feel a bro
Gettin' high before a show
Junkie baby doesn't care about the message
Just about the feelin baby
But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she fuckin' wit a trap nigga
Never heard of some
But she keep talkin' bout this clout nigga
If he give her drugs
She gonna trade it for some mouth nigga
Fuck wit her but don't fuck wit her
Been that n before I had figures
I got two hoes 1 juked your bro
Hello, a hoe she gone do it for a note
Or a gram to feel a bro
Gettin' high before a show
Junkie baby doesn't care about the message
Just about the feelin baby
But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she fuckin' wit a trap nigga
Never heard of some
But she keep talkin' bout this clout nigga
If he give her drugs
She gonna trade it for some mouth nigga
Fuck wit her but don't fuck wit her
I remember I was shipped to work
Now I skip to work so I could sip the work
We kick a door before I stick a 4
Right before i make the pockets hurt
I held it down so now I'm coming up
My money doubled up
He got a gun to try and cover up
Yo big dog is a
I'm a real nigga, ion' got no time for that shit
I make hits I don't got no time to go do a hit
Remember Benji at the corner sellin' junkies a fix
Remember niggas laughin' at me
Said my music was shit
But now I knocked over Domino's
Pappadeaux's, I eat all steak now
The grass got greener than the other side
Bitch it's too late now
I'm Hollywood we was cool yesterday
Get out my face now
I'm VIP anywhere I go
But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she fuckin' wit a trap nigga
Never heard of some
But she keep talkin' bout this clout nigga
If he give her drugs
She gonna trade it for some mouth nigga
Fuck wit her but don't fuck wit her
I'm Hollywood we was cool yesterday
Get out my face now
I'm VIP anywhere I go
But she keep on talkin' 'bout a rap nigga
Molly, coke, and weed
She think she fuckin' wit a trap nigga
Never heard of some
But she keep talkin' bout this clout nigga
If he give her drugs
She gonna trade it for some mouth nigga
Fuck wit her but don't fuck wit her
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