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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
| Song: | Kalu |
| Album: | Sedução | Genres: | Other |
| Year: | 2007 |
Length: | 209 sec |
Lyrics:
Uh, I be deletin' my contacts, nobody locked in the new phone Pullin' up in somethin' two-tone, lookin' like I'm 'bout to do wrong Come within twenty-five feet, you might get high off a contact I tried to pay her a compliment, she took it all out of context Don't get me wrong, I do not mean any harm, all of these charms on my arm It ain't a song, if I ain't passing the blunt, then we are not getting along Demons too strong, but you knew that Run up on my niggas, we might leave y'all niggas blue, black
Niggas talkin' shit, but I'ma back it up Uh, back it up Had your girl listenin' to Juvie, uh, back it up Friday in the club Said I drove right past her, then I backed it up Fuck an Uber, pull up to my condo Niggas talkin' shit, but I'ma back it up In the studio, I'm on the liquor, we ain't have no Rémy
Like, like, down 85 and them folks out, this could get a ticket I met her at spin through one of her friends, she slid, then beggin' for dickin' Older and bolder, that mind and that ass, she Spillin' all out of them pants, queen I do it and wreck it Young as the fuck, you respect it, though Check out my bills and my back mean Usin' a place to grow bags, fees I squat on the ground, damn She got a whole fam, sheesh Should've been done now Shit, might as well have fun now I get such a rush now You went a hush to a bustdown
Niggas talkin' shit, but I'ma back it up Uh, back it up Had your girl listenin' to Juvie, uh, back it up Friday in the club Said I drove right past her, then I backed it up Fuck an Uber, pull up to my condo Niggas talkin' shit, but I'ma back it up In the studio, I'm on the liquor, we ain't have no Rémy, ayy
Back it up, back it up, back it up Back it up, back it up, back it up Back it up, back it up, back it up Back it up, back it up, back it up
Nigga, back up for what? (What?) I won't waste one minute (Yeah) Takin' time out my day (Uh) To impress these bitches for what? (Huh?) And they still'll be astonished, yeah Honestly, I got problems, yeah I don't lie, I just chill But I still hurt feels 'cause hoes say I keep it too real I snap like lean, rock Fried chickenhead, that's a Wingstop (Right) If she wasn't 'round for the steez drop Wouldn't buy the bitch a Ring Pop And she still take the bait and she run it back That's a sweet life, call up Cody, Zack Harrison County, that's facts about me, nigga, ask about me
Niggas talkin' shit, but I'ma back it up Uh, back it up Had your girl listenin' to Juvie, uh, back it up Friday in the club Said I drove right past her, then I backed it up Fuck an Uber, pull up to my condo Niggas talkin' shit, but I'ma back it up In the studio, I'm on the liquor, we ain't have no Rémy, ayy
Back it up, back it up, back it up Back it up, back it up, back it up Back it up, back it up, back it up Back it up, back it up, back it up
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