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letra de backendproblemchild - dee watkins

[intro]
hoppa in the lab
d major, baby
yeah
ayy, 40, what they doin’?
ayy, ayy

[verse 1]
go get that money, but don’t let it change you
i take them percocets until i can’t move
the only time they see us on the tv is the news
my n-ggas rather post up on the block than go to school
i’m thinkin’ ’bout my brother, he in the penitentiary
presidential rollie on my wrist, i feel like hillary
i can’t f-ck with him ’cause he got p-ssy n-gga tendencies
i got a hundred rounds in this drake for all my enemies

[verse 2: nocap]
i’m thinkin’ about the struggle, its f-ckin’ with my enеrgy
i’m ballin’ with my brothers, i’m richer than my enеmies
rolex don’t tick, n-gga
if i want a bomb, i make it
swear hoes in tampa, n-gga, treat me like i’m tom brady (tom brady)
don’t know why i bought you cubans
i know when i lose it
i can see you fakin’ your moves
i take that cash and i bury it
money is the scariest
i don’t care as long as it grew, ayy
[bridge: nocap & dee watkins
i ain’t [1:12][?]
same time i went in, i’m losin’ my [?]
i just need money, i don’t need no friends, ayy
catch me in chicago with my glock, i’m [gonna?] win, ayy (catch me in chicago with my glock, i’m [gonna?] win, ayy) (catch me in chicago with my glock, i’m [gonna?] win, ayy)
d major, baby
ayy

[verse 3: dee watkins]
back up on that bullsh-t, i’m on it, ayy
them drugs got me movin’ like a zombie (ayy, boy, what that doin’?)
put some cash on his head like he an onyx
chase that money, that’s the only time i’m runnin’
f-ck them n-ggas genuinely
b-tch, it ain’t no fearin’ me
n-ggas run they mouth like charlemagne, that dj envy me
my lil’ b-tch keep blowin’ up my phone, say she missin’ me
merry christmas, b-tch, i sent them shooters through your chimney, ayy
i am f-ck with none of these n-ggas
i got drugs in my system, all my brothers in the system, uh
my chopper got a crush on hum, i let them bullets kiss him
and, i’m givin’ you my pain on this f-ckin’ instrumental

[verse 4: nocap]
we probably never talk again, she seen me with her friend, ayy
gave that boy so many shots, i shoulda been a cna
real n-gga i stay, even if the rent ain’t paid
for all these jacksons, and my shooter on a rampage
[?] like that b-tch you tell her right things
yellow diamonds in her ap, i ain’t talkin’ vikings
and, it ain’t take nothin’ but a drop to turn my sprite pink
and, the streets can’t wait till i drop, this sh-t like visine
f-ck them rappers stealin’ my flow, they nothin’ like me
my grandad was a hustler so that money just in my genes
i hate packin’ my luggage, so i shop when i be landing
i went and bought drugs for everyone that had a [?]
{outro: nocap & dee watkins]
and, i bought banana clips, my crew full of [pansies?]
i ain’t got no legs, these p-ssy n-ggas, they can’t stand me
she a real b-tch, she hide them perkies in her panties
backend problem child, we need a hood [granny?]

- dee watkins

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