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backofthewhip - prodigy10k lyrics

[chorus]
we in the back of the whip and she talking her sh*t
she keep calling me daddy b*tch you not my kid
she wanna ride with the boy for a bit
she keep calling me baby i don’t see a bib
and no i ain’t average like biden i open her legs i divide them
she can’t do the job right then ima fire her
i said i love her but you know i lie to her (uh)
we in the back of the whip and she talking her sh*t
she keep calling me daddy b*tch you not my kid
she wanna ride with the boy for a bit
she keep calling me baby i don’t see a bib
and no i ain’t average like biden i open her legs i divide them
she can’t do the job right then ima fire her
i said i love her but you know i lie to her (uh)

[verse}
yea i’m shooting my shot like a fade away (swish)
and you know that it’s wet like a rainy day (it’s wet)
and her booty it bounce like a 808
hitting that sh*t from the back on a lazy day
she say she don’t understand me like riddle (don’t understand me)
two hoes with me call me malcom in the middle (two hoes)
pretty face ima let her play me like a fiddle (pretty face)
f*cking up her makeup when she blow me like a whistle
but i ain’t average
i’ll still back the b*tch (yea yea)
i been getting to the green to the cabbage b*tch (lil b*tch)
i’m a active kid
i been sh*tting on my haters like a laxative
ion hear him saying sh*t when i mac his b*tch (nah nah)
ion think he got a stick he a activist (nah nah)
ion wanna get political (wha?)
but he won’t do the minimal (wha?)
ya shawty in the back of the whip getting physical (ohmygoodness ughh)
[chorus]
we in the back of the whip and she talking her sh*t
she keep calling me daddy b*tch you not my kid
she wanna ride with the boy for a bit
she keep calling me baby i don’t see a bib
and no i ain’t average like biden i open her legs i divide them
she can’t do the job right then ima fire her
i said i love her but you know i lie to her (uh)
we in the back of the whip and she talking her sh*t
she keep calling me daddy b*tch you not my kid
she wanna ride with the boy for a bit
she keep calling me baby i don’t see a bib
and no i ain’t average like biden i open her legs i divide them
she can’t do the job right then ima fire her
i said i love her but you know i lie to her (uh)

[verse}
back to back i’m bouta beat it (wow wow)
play a b*tch that tell me i’m to conceited (yea yea)
say i love her when i don’t really mean it (nah nah)
she gon dub you but she gon lemme freak it
i had to let em know my body different
i might just take her to london no tipton (take her to where?)
double g pouch on my body it’s fitted
i’m kicking the king out the throne you evicted
re*arrange guts like a surgeon
she got attached like i’m writing in cursive (writing in what?)
they love to smile in my face up in person
but i turn my back and the story they tell different version (the f*ck)
now i ain’t gon hold you but don’t come around when you see the kid copping a birkin
you boys is birds and some mo’f*ckin’ virgins
we’ll see in a year from now who putting work in
pack touch down i ain’t talking no 7
it’s blessings on blessings for me and my brothers you get it (ya get me)
i swear these boys so pathetic
h*rns on my head but i’m moving angelic (i’m moving angelic)
my wood got stuck in her mouth like a splinter
versace the frames while i’m counting my figures
they talk on my name but i only get bigger
he dropping trash we gon call that boy litter (ha)
i might just f*ck on your b*tch then i’m dumping it
i might just f*ck up a check and then double it
how you gon diss on my tracks but you bumpin’ em
how he gon diss on the crew he was runnin’ with
they had the bag but they fumbled it
i might just run with it
nah i ain’t done with it
i’m having fun with it this sh*t a breeze
this ain’t a church she still on her knees (huh)
and my name ain’t khaled but i got the keys
she came in with you but she leaving with me (she leaving with me)
and i’m feeling blessed on the mic like i sneezed
yea i’m getting rich with no high school degree (ha)
sippin’ i’m sippin’
i’m f*cking yo b*tch in the kitchen
she bobbing her head back and forth like a pigeon
i’m all in her p*ssy so deep like i’m fishing
the way that she blue me i thought she was crippin’ (crippin, crippin)
[chorus]
we in the back of the whip and she talking her sh*t
she keep calling me daddy b*tch you not my kid
she wanna ride with the boy for a bit
she keep calling me baby i don’t see a bib
and no i ain’t average like biden’i open her legs i divide them
she can’t do the job right then ima fire her
i said i love her but you know i lie to her (uh)
we in the back of the whip and she talking her sh*t
she keep calling me daddy b*tch you not my kid
she wanna ride with the boy for a bit
she keep calling me baby i don’t see a bib
and no i ain’t average like biden’i open her legs i divide them
she can’t do the job right then ima fire her
i said i love her but you know i lie to her (uh)

[outro]
woah, yea
10k season, 10k season, woah

woah
10k season, 10k season, woah

10k season, 10k season, yea

- prodigy10k lyrics

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