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backseat - duwap kaine lyrics

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[intro]
we on (is that chris?)
oh, oh
riding with that choppa in the back of the whip
riding with that choppa in the back of the whip
riding with that choppa in the back of the whip
riding with that choppa in the back of the whip
riding with that choppa in the back of the whip
riding with that choppa in the back of the whip
riding with that choppa in the back of the whip

[verse]
riding with that choppa in the back of the whip
n*gga talk sh*t ’til his car got flipped
pour me up, whole cup got sipped
[?] ass b*tch, i ain’t giving no tip
thot ass b*tch wanna give me lip
f*ck n*ggas wanna talk straight from they lips
my n*ggas all [?] so they got [?]
trust n0body so i carry a [?]
i’m a real n*gga, let’s make this clear
big 45, what’s this sh*t here?
gotta get rich and bustdown my ear
i was taught to have no fear
i see a real n*gga in the mirror
can’t [?] and sh*t when i steer
i was placed here to help my peers
didn’t get sh*t, why you got a tear?
[?] me some ricky rozay
she cheating on you, n*gga watch your d*mn bae
i paid for the hair and i got her sh*t flayed
and that’s what she get for being my maid
i’m smoking on [?] to finish this song
she calling me bro, know she in the wrong
i need me a bad b*tch, nia long
you got you a rat b*tch on your phone
i’m in la, fresh prince of bel*air
and i’m tryna sip on some belaire
ride with that glock, you know i don’t care
this dope that i’m smoking send me to the air
hold on lil’ bro, get up in there
designer shoes, need every pair
i’ma get a crib with a massage chair
my n*ggas ain’t coming, you gon’ need a prayer
if you a f*ck n*gga, no, we not gon’ spare you
don’t try me lil’ n*gga, i dare you
and i’m pretty sure i don’t really scare you
but them bullets be flying, man, n*ggas get scared
lil’ bro, yeah, get up in there
f*ck that, let me get the autotune on
gave me a [?] what they on?
big gangster sh*t, al capone
but i ain’t on what al capone on
i’m just tryna stick to flipping this dough
i’m just tryna stick to smoking that dope
i’m just tryna stick to riding in foreigns
i’m just tryna stick to stacking up fortunes
i can tell the future, i’m a fortune
we got in a shootout, made him forfeit
i took my braids out and i looked like [?]
i put the dope in the blunt, touch the orbit
b*tch, why you still talking? you so boring
just copped some [?] sh*t, i be scoring
i seen the police and i floored it
y’all moving slow, n*gga, like a tortoise
punching this sh*t, n*gga, marcus morris
freestyling sh*t, n*gga f*ck a chorus
i’m stepping on sh*t, i’m a stegosaurus

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