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letra de back door locked - walkdown will

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[intro]
uh
yeah
uh, i ain’t got no key b-tch
f-ck the opps
yeah
uh, uh
yeah

[verse]
my back door locked, i ain’t got no key
on the 1 thuggin hard, with a glock on me
everybody know will, don’t know about me
she gonna go for a n-gga, so they tryna blow me
we got fat, gl!cks, choppas and sh-t
see your whip coming through and we stopping that b-tch
i’m a n-gga they never give heart to a b-tch
i’ma bend that b-tch over, touch her with my d-ck
thuggin hard in the slums, had to ride for a [?]
trying throw me the oop, i got [?] for a b-tch
pop two rp’s, f-ck her raw in the whip
shawty freaky, so she l!ck the b-lls in the lyft
we go home off a 30, i’m d-gg-ng this b-tch
[?], take him down, [?]
twin glocks out the van while i’m d-gg-ng the whip
f-ck the system, we brеak every law in this b-tch
i walk with myself stick, don’t ask mе am i tight
and this bih hit the left, caught a opp at the light
dmx off the perc, he trying spin every night
don’t caught in my range, i’ma spank you on sight
[?] with my gun, b-tch i ain’t trying fight
she gonna come to the crib, she get f-cked all night
smacked him out with a stick, you a big boy right?
he just touched down, i’ma trap all night
n-gga say he want smoke, i ain’t ducking no beef
she a freak on the gram and she lit in them sheets
i’ma stomp on their neck like i’m walking in cleats
and i do what i want, i won’t pray for no [?]
keep it on murder, don’t speak
i come from the trap, selling [?]
and if i got whacked, remember me
i would never get whacked when my glock with me
that b-tch tryna go, she tryna give me some head
she tried to backdoor me, now her n-gga dead
seen the blue and red lights, had to break from the feds
b-tch i been in the streets, i can never be scared
big glock 19 and it came with a leg
better duck when you see that red beam on your head
run down in the building, the stairs gonna be red
put a tec on your head and now that lil n-gga dead
i pop rp’s, smoke fat gas too
if you f-ck with the opps, i ain’t f-cking with you
i’ma block boy for real, watch this young n-gga shoot
two glocks in the whip, me and tay in the coupe
30 shots in the glock and 300 in my [?]
don’t get mad cause i f-cked her, get mad at your boo
and if he in my way, this fm made a move
if you up and got cash, then them b-tches gonna choose
[outro]
my back door locked, i ain’t got no key
with a glock on me
everybody know will, don’t know about me
speak me don’t speak, b-tch
and i’m thuggin for real b-tch
and i’m spinning for real b-tch
and i’m in the field b-tch

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