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letra de bacc to tha basics - 3breezy

bacc to tha basics lyrics
[intro]
i bet she ain’t know that i pack heat, aye, yeah
we up in the bed like an athlete, yeah, yeah
flipping the work like track meet, aye, yeah
i bet she ain’t know that i pack heat, yeah

[chorus]
open her mouth, let her taste it, lately i’ve been on some sh-t but i’m back to the basics (back to the basics, yeah)
i can not f-ck if she basic, my shooters black and they white, i don’t care about races (i don’t care about races)
either you love mе or hate me, really i don’t givе a f-ck ’cause your b-tch wanna date me (she wanna date me)
i can’t let a n-gga take me, always cutting up the grass ’cause a n-gga wanna stain me (n-gga wanna stain me)
i won’t let a n-gga pack me (pack me)
i gave her d-ck, put her right in the back seat (back seat, yeah)
got her sweating like an athlete (athlete)
i bet that lil’ baby ain’t know that i pack heat
throw me a rack for the back end (back end)
she want some more, got me beating her back in
let ’em know i’m double packing
that’s one for a n-gga and b-tch that be jackin’

[verse]
get a nut and get her gone
baby, you best get to packing, i’m sending you home
you better lower you tone
hope they know that i’m a dog, tryna get me a bone
i’m swerving when i’m on the road
if we ain’t talking ’bout a check, why you calling my phone?
sh-t coming straight off the dome
i don’t open up to b-tches, i put it in songs
but f-ck, i be rocking vlone
but she know my d long (but she know my d long)
and i ain’t worried ’bout no n-ggas, they really be p-ssy, don’t know what they be on (don’t know what they be on)
know a couple n-ggas brackin’, some n-ggas be crackin’, lil’ bro get his c on (lil’ bro get his c on)
tell ’em if you ain’t the gang then you can not hang, give a f-ck what you be on (give a f-ck what you be on)
n-ggas ain’t weird, they counterfeit
we lay ’em down, we down to stretch
we just be flippin’ that work and you can get hurt
count it up like obama checks
already knew that i’m a threat
we can connect, no internet
i put that b-tch on a leash, ain’t loving no treesh, n-gga, that should be common sense
[chorus]
open her mouth, let her taste it, lately i’ve been on some sh-t but i’m back to the basics (back to the basics, yeah)
i can not f-ck if she basic, my shooters black and they white, i don’t care about races (i don’t care about races)
either you love me or hate me, really i don’t give a f-ck ’cause your b-tch wanna date me (she wanna date me)
i can’t let a n-gga take me, always cutting up the grass ’cause a n-gga wanna stain me (n-gga wanna stain me)
i won’t let a n-gga pack me (pack me)
i gave her d-ck, put her right in the back seat (back seat, yeah)
got her sweating like an athlete (athlete)
i bet that lil’ baby ain’t know that i pack heat
throw me a rack for the back end (back end)
she want some more, got me beating her back in
let ’em know i’m double packing
that’s one for a n-gga and b-tch that be jackin’

- 3breezy

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