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back n forth - aasim lyrics

[intro: aasim]
yeah
aasim, black rob, n*gga
it’s what it is
come on, man

[verse 1: black rob]
i done turn my thing up, b, we’ll see what’s what
hoes follow me around like mister softee truck
whether new york or seas, b, i’m international
you don’t move, you don’t get hurt, let’s keep it rational
i’m in the whip, i’m chip like lil’ flip
shorty mean body, earring in her lip
gentleman and a gangsta, yeah, i be him
need a chick with a whip job, and i be him

[verse 2: aasim]
b*tches spreadin’ on aas’ like bars of b*tter
unemployed they could give bl*wj*bs for the summer
by the guard a1 so i’m fly when i’m stuntin’
twelve, twelve skinny d train style when i’m hustlin’
in my polo shirt, lookin’ like i’m modelin’ somethin’
style offi*ci*al, got a broad swallowin’ somethin’
you actin’ like aas’ ain’t got the power or somethin’
cops chase ’em like i knocked down the tower or somethin’
[interlude: big mike]
big mike
shouts to the whole bad boy family
whole eob
young big mike, aasim, you know what this is, man
straight heat
diddy, comrade, rpm, lindsay
sean press, hemrock, fran, raheem

[verse 3: black rob]
f*ck a train, i’m the s5 double over ‘crylic
the realest, foes die hard like bruce willis do damage
honeys know what blackie about
’cause i beat the p*ssy up like it’s a heavyweight bout
she wet like niagara falls and that’s all
couple drinks all it took to get her out them drawers, cousin
now she all foul, you shoulda seen how we was
tryna hold the d*ck like it was goin’ outta style

[verse 4: aasim]
now, now, calm down, there’s more than enough of this d*ck
to go around, you lost in the sauce
just waitin’ to be found, the block so hot
i watched houses burn down, your spouse turn missin’
when gorillas come around, underground like the
e and the f train, your left brain gone on e
but your right brain skeet off x
i’m like a p*rn star, i’m the pain, feed off s*x
[interlude: big mike]
you know what this sh*t is, man
shout out to chopper, nes, lexi
wize gutta, kai, rev, mon, samsung
cousin e, what up?

[verse 5: aasim]
baggin’ broads on the block, sellin’ bags of trees
you’re now rockin’ with the sounds of the god aasim
run the trizzy after hours is the song i sing
b*tch i’m nasty, i got stories to tell
you could hear about ’em later when you call my crib
i got a great i30 on the maybach rims
my i30 broke down, rob lent me the benz
if the benz break down, i’m f*cked again
call sean c. brought me the keys to the ‘lac
but if the ‘lac break down then i’m pushin’ the ac’
but if the ac’ break down, then the sh*t is a wrap
i gotta take the train, take the train
but i only got enough to get there and not back

[verse 6: black rob]
and if she can’t suck d*ck then the honey can try
and the sweet smoke in the best sh*t money can buy
fam’, see after the fame it’s monumental
still can’t touch the sh*t that i been through
i did it all illegal, i got it now where my
b*tch’ll leave you, right on the curb for some bald eagle
dollar, dollar, dollar*dollar bill, y’all
how you go from gettin’ mill’s to gettin’ scr*ps from the hill, daddy?
[outro: big mike]
bad boy, eob sh*t
we so on top of this

- aasim lyrics

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