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letra de backpack - ken car$on

[intro]
outtatown but we never out of money
star boy, you’re my hero
loesoe going crazy

[chorus]
yeah, i know she don’t like me, she wanna f-ck ’cause i got cash, yeah
this b-tch just focus on me, need to focus on the bag, yeah
these n-ggas, they do what i do, they stealin’ my moves, they stealin’ my swag, yeah
you know that i’m clutchin’ a tool, i’m ready to shoot, i can’t go out sad, yeah
i f-ck her then give her the boot, you bought her some shoes, you bought her a bag, yeah
you know i stay clutchin’ a tool, i point it at you and ask where them racks at
said we went to the same middle school, i don’t give a f-ck, lil’ b-tch, where that cash at?
you was flexin’, you thought it was cool, boy, give that sh-t up, i’m takin’ your backpack

[verse]
ayy, yeah, give that sh-t up, i’m takin’ your backpack
i’m f-ckin’ your b-tch, she throw up the gang, she got that boy mad mad
he want smoke ’bout a b-tch, he want smoke ’bout a ho, he want smoke ’bout a nat-nat
i just f-ck on that b-tch and i’m letting her go, you can have that ho back, back
i just bought a k and i’m lettin’ it blow, i just got a beam and a scope attached
if a n-gga try me then i’m letting it go, if he reach for my chain i’ma blast
leave a n-gga dead like i just stole his drugs, i swear this gon’ be your last laugh
swear these n-ggas be lame, swear these n-ggas be broke, swear these n-ggas steady need a bath
and i can’t get caught lackin’ so i keep a pole
these n-ggas be acting, these n-ggas need a movie role
i really be high as f-ck, really be rockin’ these shows and f-cking these hoes
they see me on ig and see me on twitter but i swear these n-ggas don’t know me
[chorus]
yeah, i know she don’t like me, she wanna f-ck ’cause i got cash, yeah
this b-tch just focus on me, need to focus on the bag, yeah
these n-ggas, they do what i do, they stealin’ my moves, they stealin’ my swag, yeah
you know that i’m clutchin’ a tool, i’m ready to shoot, i can’t go out sad, yeah
i f-ck her then give her the boot, you bought her some shoes, you bought her a bag, yeah
you know i stay clutchin’ a tool, i point it at you and ask where them racks at
said we went to the same middle school, i don’t give a f-ck, lil’ b-tch, where that cash at?
you was flexin’, you thought it was cool, boy, give that sh-t up, i’m takin’ your backpack (yeah)

- ken caron

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