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Data di rilascio: 30.10.2021
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Percocet Pain |
They might say I changed, they look at me different |
I Percocet that pain, I pour four and sip it |
They say I done did it, remember just wishin' |
Stand around or go get it, it’s all a decision |
Stay on your pivot, don’t get caught and be slippin' |
Stay away from them niggas that want all the attention |
Did everything for them niggas, and they all went against it |
Every day, get the shivers 'cause they callin' and biddin' |
Planted seeds, mama kitchen, now it’s come to fruition |
Baby boy, got you wishin', I’m still loadin' the glizzy |
I was just countin' all this money, this shit got me dizzy |
We was just back-to-back in foreigns, just ridin' 'round the city |
She said she don’t feel important, I’m outside tryna get it |
Now I remember who was there when they weren’t fuckin' with it |
Money sittin' right there, gotta get up and get it |
Stand on business, then I trap, I’m rollin', let’s get it |
It’s 'bout fifty pounds in there, on the road in a Civic |
Niggas seein' Backdoor getting there and they all went and did it |
They say mimicking is flattering, I’d rather be |
On 167 front the Applebee’s |
'Til my lil' brother daddy asked me for some rapper weed |
I’m way too player, kick shit like Jackie C |
It was too late to be an athlete |
Went and hit that block, ain’t got to baggin' weed |
I ran from that cop, went on a high-speed |
Nigga, just do your job, I’m doin' me |
When all these bitches, they pursuin' me |
Bitch-ass ex-business partners talkin' 'bout suing me |
Who was really workin', nigga, you or me? |
Ain’t really need them niggas anyway, damn, you’ll see |
Think she wanna stay with me, that’s cool with me |
Yeah, you went to make the play with me, sold two a piece |
These G Wagen keys, this a Gucci fleece |
Wanna come back, she beggin' please |
Been gone like two, three weeks and I’ma just keep it P |
This my Percocet pain, hear my vocals bleed |
This is not a Mustang, this an AMG |
Damn near go plain AP, pain run deeper than seed |
Seen my brother bleed, damn near couldn’t speak |
Saw this bitch, I walked past her, I couldn’t speak |
Daddy left me a bastard, he ain’t rich as me |
Lil' bitty bitch gotta move faster, tryna get the tea |
Jumped the boy, why I’m scared to run from police |
You know the truth, now it’s your time to speak |
Say, «Backdoor, you make me weak,» no 87, 93 |
Nigga thought this was '63, Happy Halloween, no trilogy |
Think OG 65 the Jeep, too many bodies piling, change the scenery |
When it dissolve, I’ma drink it |
Mario, Luigi, on them shrooms, find my groove |
I walk in and let it fly, tell the porter grab a broom |
Dissin' from the fam, I been ridin' with the goons |
Who is you? Nigga, fuck your jewels |
I put on, I put on my folks, ain’t got shit to prove |
Fuck the hood, tinted, ridin' low, got too much to lose |
You know niggas don’t live by a code, guess it’s fuck the rules |
Can’t complain, rappin' got me straight, engine hummin' too |
He bought one, I fronted two, pick him up, he pay me back |
Dreamin' 'bout the taste of Act', run from nothin', chase a bag |
I fuck her, then I block her, say I’m broke, lil' bitch, don’t make me laugh |
Like Cascade, I’m just skating past, I broke the bank, that made 'em mad |
The struggle, that shit made a man, my Cuban custom, made to dance |
Broke her heart, I slayed her friend, the walls feel like they cavin' in |
When pressure, I perform, we do no playin', you know we play to win |
They say I changed forever, say my name, look what the fame done did |
And they might say I changed, they look at me different |
I Percocet that pain, I pour four and sip it |
They say I done did it, remember just wishin' |
Stand around or go get it, it’s all a decision |
It’s all your decision |
It’s all your decision |
Backdoor |