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backstreet - pl miike lyrics

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i got my shooters on the backstreet n*ggas better at me
all on the net real life you at a track meet
n*ggas know i pack heat never been a athlete
riding through the city got the choppa in the backseat
b*tch i graduated only time i was cappin
see me elevating passed these n*ggas now who laughing
know i int sh*t get it all from my daddy
ima hustling mother f*cker
you can find me where the cash be
n*gga gotta problem line em up like a crease
opps been pushin p they be p*ssy and policе
she a front on you n*ggas poppin p*ssy all on me
you bum little n*gga bеtter come work for p
know that i hang with them steppers
my n*gga fall down i’m too real you know ima help em
pl a high class stepper
mad that i f*cked on you once its too sad that i left ya
im on a vibe with a b*tch
no im at the beach with a vibe
im to high make no sense
she dressing im calling her ranch
i beat up the twa three rounds she start speakin french
no dissin but for me they spin
they said them things about me that they won’t say again
free all my dogs out the pin
chapo they know already seen the vision
can’t put my trust in a leach
barely can trust all my n*ggas ain did nothing to me
hope they don’t switch for no cheese
i put em on other folk i charge a fee
i found the sauce it ain free
it took me a minute i might have to charge just to speak
oh how i love me a freak
she eat the meat then clean it up she so neat
know that i come with that pressure
i need them pounds, cash, extras
i slide in a honda can’t f*ck with no lexus
think i found me a wifey i woke up to breakfast
she a d*mn fool if she want my last name
man im just playing cause that p*ssy be crazy
we talk about our future and she want to have my babies
b*tch i’m to cool like the ac in a maybach
i got my shooters on the backstreet n*ggas better at me
all on the net real life you at a track meet
n*ggas know i pack heat never been a athlete
riding through the city got the choppa in the backseat
b*tch i graduated only time i was cappin
see me elevating passed these n*ggas now who laughing
know i ain sh*t get it all from my daddy
ima hustling mother f*cker
you can find me where the cash be
n*gga gotta problem line em up like a crease
opps been pushin p they be p*ssy and police
she a front on you n*ggas poppin p*ssy all on me
you bum little n*gga better come work for p
know that i hang with them steppers
my n*gga fall down im too real you know ima help em
pl a high class stepper
mad that i f*cked on you once its too sad that i left ya

- pl miike lyrics

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