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letra de back on em' - ch€@z!

[verse 1 – ch€@z!]
uh
nikka i’m back on you nikkas
i think i gave up too much sp-ce for y’all nikkas
i took it back and now y’all crampin up in here
i put my feet up and my back on y’all nikkas
and mind my own business

nikka who do it better?
don’t give a fvck about who do it better
i’m just doing me and tryna get the cheddar
i’m going way, way, way up
gonn have to knock nikkas off as i climb the ladder
if they grab my leg up and then try to take me off
i’mma have to kick a nikka’s head down
(fvck off me, fvck off me)

adventures up on these percussions
make these nikkas feel like they getting concussions
make these nikkas bumping my tracks take precaution
don’t likе me no fat b-tch, no push for the cushion
i like mе a slender hoe or a slim big booty b-tch
that’s gonn come up and buss it
fvck that p-ssy up, now she screamin and cussin
fvck that p-ssy good now she crushing and blushing
fvck that!
i be chillin but i’m getting litty
pourin up drank
i’m with the gang we boutta fvck sh-t up
yeah we be on le’s get it
rollin up dank
i’m in the studio with some fire nikkas and it’s getting heated
we record for the cash
i bought me a studio worth 10k then i dropped releases then they started hating

twenywun on bass, got the beat beating like i’m havin attacks
my girl broke up with me, sayin she can’t do this sh-t that she feelin trapped
dammit she played with my feels, but i’m outchea been saving hoes like i got piggy banks
make them b-tches dance when they shake that ass
my face on their chest i can feel their br–sts

[verse 2 – jumpoutboy hendricx]
(yeah, turn me up.. yeah)
i just wanna get some racks n-gga
getting on the booth and spit that sh-t that’s nasty n-gga (get on it, get on it)
yuh
i don’t f-ck with lot of n-ggas man (nuh man)
i only trust n-ggas that are on my team yeah
lemme go.. lemme go again
yeah
i just wanna get some racks n-gga
getting on the booth and spit that sh-t that’s nasty n-gga
yeah
i don’t f-ck with lot of n-ggas man
i only trust these n-ggas that are on my team yeah
yeah

what the f-ck these n-ggas talking about?
what the f-ck these n-ggas thought that i was all about, yeah
watching all my moves
but all i do is move lowkey, leave these motherf-ckers wondering
you ain’t gotta talk too much dawg
the aim is to get paid and live fast dawg, yeah
if the noises broke
then you just gotta mize and not give a f-ck
cause this sh-t’s too much dawg

[verse 3 – lilz tag]
i got the game on a sleeper hold (yeah)
i keep changing these lines like i’m changing hoes (like i’m changing hoes)
you n-ggas missing the line like a pantyhose (yeah)
my head trip like this weather, man i swear it’s cold

my core is retro, you can’t match your sh-t with my sh-t
b-tches acting friendly while they know they f-ck with my sh-t
eating my money, drinking my booze, suck my d-ck
b-tch you taking everything just get off my d-ck
i play chucky in this b-tch slaughtering hoes
when you start rolling everybody press pause
b-tch you trippin’ you got too many f-ckin’ flaws
you broke my heart, i’m soul less now, i break your f-ckin’ whole

i went solo and everybody started paying attention
your sh-t is sweet ‘n’ short, you need an extension
like dinosaurs you left in the age of extinction
my life is flawless, i don’t live by prediction

i see your sh-t loosen up, man my sh-t tight
you crossed the line man, you better take an early flight
we don’t play fahfee here, n-gga roll a dice
i’m adult swim in this b-tch, a f-ckin’ family guy

[outro]
yeah
24/365
i got mean sick bars
i got lit hot bars (yeah)
two, four, six, eight, ten
i’mma pull up with the nine
i’mma even it out (yeah)
two times six, fvck twelve
nikkas pull up with the glock thirty two plus twelve
they gonn pull with the wagon g09 times seven
i’mma shoot em like my teacher mr. double 0 seven

lil’ shawdy losing all her manners
did it for a balenciaga
after fvcking shawdy wanna cuddle
i erased all her tens, we not friends yeah i cut her
free ysl, gunna, thugga
yeah slatt kings slime, i be trappin for my brothers
in the box servin time, when come out they gonn love em
they gonn pull up lookin fly, rockin pateks in a hummer (yeah)

- chez

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