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letra de back of the class - mudbaby ru

[intro]
(crucial808, haha)
ayy, hey, hey (we find his ass too)
big mud
ayy, 40 boy ent
hey, ayy, ayy, let’s go
ayy, hey, ayy, ayy

[chorus]
i fall asleep in the back of the class
i got a b-tch wit a big ol’ booty, so i take a seat on the back of the ass (yeah, ayy, let’s go)
i’m in this b-tch for a good time, not for a long time, so i be smacking her fast (on gang)
i kiss the curb in the ‘cat every time that i whip it, i’m spinnin’ and smashin’ the gas
i cannot beef with a n-gga that come from the city ’cause none of them b-tches got bags, nope

[verse 1]
none of them b-tches got racks (nope)
them n-ggas must wanna be guns the way we was fillin’ ’em up in the back with the mags (let’s go)
now i can rap ’bout new sh-t, n-gga (yeah), we do sh-t, constantly thumbin’ through cash (on god)
clip hanging out like a glue stick, don’t get ya crew hit, tuff sh-t get n-ggas smashed (hrrt, hrrt)
ayy, let’s go, no faking (ayy)
came from robbing and stealing and taking (no cap)
my lil’ n-ggas be ready to take sh-t, ape sh-t, shake sh-t, earthquake it
n-ggas hop d-ck-to-d-ck, on some g-y sh-t
pop a perc’, now i’m high as a sp-ceship
if i see 12, you know i ain’t stoppin’, we get side-to-side, so now i’ma race him
hey, let’s go, you a ho, i can see in ya eyes (facts)
smoke the dope from the tip to the fire (on god)
i’ma the 6, you know brodie the 5 (yup, yup)
i got a stick and i love her, you better take cover ’cause i buss it, baby, like plies (like piles)
hatin’ in public, take off the disguise
come to the block, ask a n-gga to try it
[chorus]
i fall asleep in the back of the class
i got a b-tch wit a big ol’ booty, so i take a seat on the back of the ass (yeah, yeah, ayy)
i’m in this b-tch for a good time, not for a long time, so i be smacking her fast (on gang)
i kiss the curb in the ‘cat every time that i whip it, i’m spinnin’ and smashin’ the gas
i cannot beef with a n-gga that come from the city ’cause none of them b-tches got bags, nope

[verse 2]
none of them n-ggas got weight
i’m the young n-gga that young n-ggas hate
i was the one that could barely get dinner, but i was the one that was givin’ out plates
feeling like fizz, you wanna get on with the gang, f-ck n-gga, just pay what you weigh
we got binary chop and it come with a drum on yo’ block making beats, dr. dre (ayy)
i’m one and one like the back side if klay (yup)
yg woo throwin’ threes like he just made a tray
i’m the first n-gga to make it this far in the city, i know they gon’ envy and hate
but f-ck it, he got clapped like some cheeks on that f-ck sh-t
my lil’ n-ggas be ready to buck sh-t
hop out face somethin’, dip off in public

[outro]
ayy, yeah

- mudbaby ru

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