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letra de get backers - spotemgottem

[intro]
ayy, ay, ay
ayy, ay (go, go)
ayy (go), ay (yeah, yeah)
haha (go)

[chorus]
rico that’s my slime, he’ll do you like you’re mitch (no bap)
every time we bend n-ggas, screaming that i’m hit (go)
back door gang, we leave n-ggas on they d-ck (close that backdoor)
pick your bl!cky up, boy, well you a b-tch (b-tch)
i remember me and cash used to be posted on the six, uh (no bap)
n-gga turn to forest gump when i up this bl!ck, uh
send your top shooter ’cause the other n-gga a b-tch (yeah, ho)
me and brodie out the sunroof, that’s an assist (skee, skee)
[verse 1]
grip on that b-tch (uh) so it don’t jump up when you squeeze (no bap)
this the red key, plus she been sucking d-ck, this b-tch a dеmon (sucking, yeah)
the place wе catch a n-gga loafing at, that’s just where we gon’ leave him (what you mean?)
fiending for bodies and blood just like i’m anemic (i’m anemic)
i bet i be a n-gga nightmare like horror season (whatever)
all i know is get my l!ck back, man, this sh-t easy (sh-t easy)
i was trippin’ that night, guess i wasn’t on my peaches (uh, no)
i don’t want that ho no more, she give me too many freebies (uh)
choppa bullets leave ya sh-t wide open (uh, uh, uh), like that sh-t 3d
i don’t want the tw-t no more (no), i rather her to eat me (yeah)
watch foenem bend back the door, she like cream and throw a three peat (no bap)
oh, my unlock the sunroof, i know the opps see me (i know they see me)

[verse 2]
murder, the type of sh-t that get you deep fried (fried)
in my eyes (yeah), ride the d, n-ggas p-ssy
more homicide (b-tch) when we pull up on a p-ssy, make mommas cry (no bap, no bap)
we left bullet holes in a opps ride (all that)
with my switch, she just ride if you pop out (mm)
if we box him in, then he’s dying (he’s dead as f-ck)
then we don’t know what to do, probably have a meeting i (meeting, yeah)
we finna act like jesus, i’m the reaper, you want to meet the guy (you want to meet that man)
i leave sh-t on a stretcher (on that stretcher)
your boy’s no better (they better, no better)
swinging with a glock no berretta (get your f-cking fn)
fn and the blood on his sweater (on his sweater)
[chorus]
rico that’s my slime, he’ll do you like you’re mitch (no bap)
every time we bend n-ggas, screaming that i’m hit (go)
back door gang, we leave n-ggas on they d-ck (close that backdoor)
pick your bl!cky up, boy, well you a b-tch (b-tch)
i remember me and cash used to be posted on the six, uh (no bap)
n-gga turn to forest gump when i up this bl!ck, uh
send your top shooter ’cause the other n-gga a b-tch (yeah, ho)
me and brodie out the sunroof, that’s an assist (i know they see me)

- spotemgottem

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