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backend (remix) - young jr lyrics

[intro: young jr]
(ant chamberlain, that’s a hundred points)
(funk or die)
mmfe, money motivated family ent, they know how i do it, look

[verse 1: daboii]
i can’t walk inside your club ‘less my strap in
yeah, b*tch tried to play me, i hit her with the backhand
put a price up on his head, boy, i get it cashed in
n*gga, bah*bah*bah, yeah, that’s what the strap said
yeah, that’s what the strap said, i’ll let the strap speak
them boys be rappin’ like they active, they ain’t never had beef
stop tellin’ b*tches you my b*tch, b*tch, you ain’t never had me
b*tch got a stupid attitude, b*tch, you ain’t even that clean
you could look me in my eyes, tell i been to h*ll and back
bro pulled a skit in srt, that n*gga had to sell the ‘cat
cuz sold my uncle a fake perky, why the f*ck you sell him that?
and all them b*tches that done curved me, most them b*tches sellin’ ass
i heard that boy on paperwork and you still with his tellin’ ass
them n*ggas claim they want the smoke, them n*ggas ain’t even inhalin’ that
i told lil’ bro don’t hit no legs, hit that boy where his melon at
b*tch, f*ck the opps, we suckerk and you can run and tell ’em that, on the gang, n*gga
[chorus: young jr]
i just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look
b*tch, i’m a g, look, hundred thousand in a week, look
bust down to the t**th, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look
b*tch, i’m the truth, b*tch, i got the juice, b*tch, i got the leaks, look
dog say he that boy, but he ain’t tapped in, look
put my young dog on, i get mine off the backend
jewels up on my neck, look, i just got a check
through your section with them wessons when we step, ayy

[verse 2: young jr]
they know what we rep, i know they heard ’bout that sh*t
b*tch, i’m set, ride private jets, look like a bird ’round this b*tch
if it’s up there, then it’s stuck there, i ain’t worried ’bout that sh*t
shots fired, b’s pop out, look like nerds ’round this b*tch
lord, pray for me, we just a product of our environment
wish my dog delly was here so we could get high again
them f*ck n*ggas tried k!ll me before i ball for real
i just hope i make it out
i keep my back against the wall, ten toes on my feet, look
i watch for the sneakers, yeah, i keep it with me, they know i got heat, look (i do)
they know i’m a dog, they know what i do, they know where i be, look (it’s junior)
they know what i rep, baby, all them g’s double*m*f*e, look

[chorus: young jr]
i just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look
b*tch, i’m a g, look, hundred thousand in a week, look
bust down to the t**th, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look
b*tch, i’m the truth, b*tch, i got the juice, b*tch, i got the leaks, look
dog say he that boy, but he ain’t tapped in, look
put my young dog on, i get mine off the backend
jewels up on my neck, look, i just got a check
through your section with them wessons when we step, ayy
[verse 3: lil bean]
i been runnin’ racks since back then, i do this sh*t with a passion
‘member i used to play the field, i’ll bounce out and get nasty
better have that fire on you, know that sh*t can get tragic
all my young n*ggas reckless, they 33, they savage
i don’t believe when he rappin’, i just press skip like shannon
n*gga, how you think that bag came? i went out and i grabbed it
these rick owens, not cdg, i had to up my fashion
yeah, i know these diamonds, they look good, but don’t reach, i keep ratchet
lord, pray for me
been battlin’ depression, that sh*t disable me
lately, i been shinin’, i know they hate to see
had to tell me you love me a little late for me, yeah

[verse 4: ebk young joc]
through your section, we gon’ step
she run it in, i’m pullin’ up just to collect
bustdown, we don’t do sis, look at my neck
i slap twenty on my wrist and i threw sixty on my neck
i’m in my bag, just tryna ball like we the nets
oh, you a shooter? sh*t, we gon’ see who shoot the best
we’ll walk up, drop a hundred, ah, and make a mess
i’m a lean junkie, all i drop is wocky or that tech
and it’s some sh*t i stood on i’m takin’ to the grave
i’m on the block, hoodie on, standin’ in the rain
my n*ggas call me from them cells, checkin’ on the gang
one, two, three, f*ck, i got on h*lla chains
[chorus: young jr]
i just spent some racks on these, you can go look at my feet, look
b*tch, i’m a g, look, hundred thousand in a week, look
bust down to the t**th, hop up in the coupe and roll up the leaf, look
b*tch, i’m the truth, b*tch, i got the juice, b*tch, i got the leaks, look
dog say he that boy, but he ain’t tapped in, look
put my young dog on, i get mine off the backend
jewels up on my neck, look, i just got a check
through your section with them wessons when we step, ayy

- young jr lyrics

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