letra de backyard - gucci mane & young dolph
[hook: gucci mane]
got so tough for a rainy day
got money stashed in my momma’s backyard
got a bag of money hid away
i got it stashed in my momma’s backyard
a n-gga play with my money he ain’t here today
the n-gga dead in my momma backyard
can’t forget the plays that i hid in the safe
i got stashed in my momma’s backyard
been a player with the pay yeah
started with a baby
trap going crazy do a 100 k a day yeah
[verse 1: gucci mane]
i’m a survivor, race car driver
im drinking on mollies mixed with tranquilizers
i shoot at my rivals
i race for your t-tle
i’m the african-american idol
your b-tch on powder, a good d-ck rider
she sucked it all night then cooked the eggs sunny-side up
been gambling 2 days, poker money done piled up
hold extended clips like the police allow us
no i.o.u.s i don’t f-ck with them vowels
i’m sweatin backstage i’m in need of a towel
me and lil wayne been up 72 hours
remember how when i was broke i used to wish of a prowler
my jewels so cold that my ring drew a crowd up
i told her when she suck my d-ck to do the sh-t louder
my mouth too foul and it need to get milder
my verse is k!lling yours, imagination more wilder
deep dish rim i can fit in a child
pedophile dope, price is 14 5’s
and the dope so good it’ll bring you some power
50 bags are og i don’t f-ck with the sour
[hook: gucci mane]
got so tough for a rainy day
got money stashed in my momma’s backyard
got a bag of money hid away
i got it stashed in my momma’s backyard
a n-gga play with my money he ain’t here today
the n-gga dead in my momma backyard
can’t forget the plays that i hid in the safe
i got stashed in my momma’s backyard
been a player with the pay yeah
started with a baby
trap going crazy do a 100 k a day yeah
[verse 2: young dolph]
my b-tch bad, my money long
my weed loud, my team strong
i ain’t rolling up unless it’s strong
my ice bright, your b-tch nice
that’s why i invited her to spend the night
my glock black and my coupe too
i drive these b-tches coocoo
i ain’t never ever ever love these hoes
i just wanna smoke my weed and sell my dope
count six figures take care of my folk
they say i leave a loud smell everywhere i go
n-gga f-ck with gucci i seeing my little n-gga to cut off his leg
n-gga snitch on daddy yo, you gots to get one in the head
all of my n-ggas from the gutter
i love to f-ck her but i don’t love her
all of my n-ggas tote big straps, too fresh
we ain’t got time for no tussles
i put that on everything i love
rule number one n-gga show no love
my cuz was a crip, my plug was a blood
everything i got, i got it out the mud
[hook:gucci mane]
got so tough for a rainy day
got money stashed in my momma’s backyard
got a bag of money hid away
i got it stashed in my momma’s backyard
a n-gga play with my money he ain’t here today
the n-gga dead in my momma backyard
can’t forget the plays that i hid in the safe
i got stashed in my momma’s backyard
been a player with the pay yeah
started with a baby
trap going crazy do a 100 k a day yeah
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