Back On My Bullshit-Papoose/Rick Ross/Jaquae

歌手 : Papoose / Rick Ross / Jaquae

专辑 : Back On My Bullshit (Remix) (废话连篇)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 02:49

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TXT Back On My Bullshit-Papoose/Rick Ross/Jaquae 文本歌词

Back On My Bullshit (再次胡说八道) (Remix) - Papoose/Rick Ross/Jaquae

Any ni**a any ni**a been throwin' shade or

Hatin' in the last 3 years f**k 'em

Yeah we shittin' on you right now

We ain't givin' no passes yeah you p**sy

Bang ha bang

Niggas still got the same car from my Trilla album what

This summer I'm only ridin' in convertibles son

I'm signed to MMG money murder and guns

Rick Ross was official I knew him a long time

'Cause he took off his shades just so he can look in my eye

Back with the remix heard you back in the precinct

Quit yappin' you weakling

Packin' a mean grip

Automatic with 3 clips

You rap with no reason

Stacked with some mean chips I spent a rack on a clean whip

I'll get it back when a key flip

Grams bagging we saran wrapping' out in Manhattan

You don't have to believe it

Married the queen chick

She be keepin' her king lit

I be grabbin' her cleavage

Clappin' up leaches

When the ratchet unleashes

I blast 'em to pieces

Fast when I'm reachin'

Leave you paraplegic

We be on that Max B sh*t

Bout it bout it Master P but you get defeated

We the mafia like the 3 6

The kingpin I have an actual reason

To stop you maggots from breathin'

No pacifier I was passing fire arms fire chromes

When you rappers were seeded

Trappin' and eatin' got 'em back on the defence

I be havin' 'em speechless

Fly and flashy got 'em aggy said he's sending shots at me

But I know he received it

This time I ain't playing fair

I'ma take what's mine

I want more money more part goddamn

Ni**a it's about that time

I'm back on my b******t

I said I'm back on my b******t

I'm back on my b******t hey

Met Pap in '96 fresh off the bus

Residue in my raps from holdin' dust

I didn't wanna in case I made her touch her toes

We touchin' money but really who touch the most

We on the corner with my slugs poppin' wheelies

We never run 'cause we know who run the city

She on the train just to let us run the train

Who do the body I'ma give that boy a chain

Hustler I got it tatted on my neck

20 deal Presidents tatted across my chest

Now they say that boy the best

Tell us what you know 'cause you don't get no respect

I pass it to Papoose out on a fast break

Her p**sy can never be better than what's in my ashtray

Bang biggest

Her p**sy can never be better than what's in my ashtray

This time I ain't playing fair

I'ma take what's mine

I want more money more part goddamn

Ni**a it's about that time

I'm back on my b******t

I said I'm back on my b******t

I'm back on my b******t hey

Ayo Pap remember when we met at the 5 villains photoshoot

Like yo ain't no 5 Philly villains ni**a

We the future of the rap game

Future of the culture

We the biggest

We shook hands then homie

See it in my eyes then ni**a let's go