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• Artiste: Flee Lord & Grafh
• Titre: Pardon My Back
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Flee Uh Uh Pardon my back, pardon my back Pardon my back, pardon my back Gun on my hip Huggin’ yo’ bitch Pardon my strap Watch where you twerk Pardon my lap I’m on the grind still It’s signed and sealed But if I steal Turn your block to a fire drill Children runnin’, you hear, ‘doo, doo, doo, doo’ And them tires peel Signin’ autographs While I’m frying Crills I’m still famous as fuck in the hood But I’m supplyin’ meals I ain’t trynna’ chill Take a brick and I fry it by the grill I’m inside the field I’m the rider that drive behind the wheel Got a clip full of cop killers Come die behind the shield I done poured my whole life in the trap I’m still active I can’t put my whole life in this rap They think they hidin’, but I see ‘em My eyes are closed when I’m fightin’ with my demons ‘Cause the angels are tatted on me Be flyin’ when I’m sleepin’ I’m snipin’ when I fire what I’m squeezin’ It’s lightnin’ in my diamonds when they freezin’ I’m supplyin’ what you buyin’ Out in the public we riot While you hidin’ in the precinct I’m quiet ‘cause you wired when you speakin’ I’m just tryin’ to keep bread on the books of my niggas Fightin’ for they freedom I send ‘em kites and I write ‘em Cause we fightin’ till they free dem, you heard? I ain’t fuckin’ witchu’ niggas no more, no more I ain’t fuckin’ witchu‘ bitches no more, no more, no more (nah, uh uh) Pardon my back, pardon my back (nope, no more, no more) Pardon my back, pardon my back (no more, no more) I ain’t fuckin’ witchu’ niggas no more (fuck outta here) I ain’t fuckin’ witchu‘ bitches no more, no more, no more (shit) Pardon my back, pardon my back (nope) I ain’t fuckin witcha’ (brrrrr) Pardon my back, pardon my back (no more) (Lord) Pardon my back The squadron attack What’s harder than that (huh?) The big carbon is black (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) You captain of the pussies, and the sergeant of rats I speak in general with criminals and charge ‘em for that (fuck outta here) Twist a sip in Nova Scotia Pistol flip your sofa over (brrr) For the culture Fieny in a beanie With the older vultures Cold like Alaskan twat Really ain’t have a lot Write down half the work (half the work) And spray down half the block (brrr) Me and my main Grafh, ho Grasp for cash flow Fast, though Million dollar jooks No mask, whoa (sheesh) Greens like the coliseum Deez, I ain’t tryna’ see ‘em (nope) Big homie rockin’ all his keys Trynna’ buy his freedom Coke made the record labels (lit) Dope kept the ghetto stable (whip) Never hate you Violate my space and I’mma levitate you, LOL (brrr) Pardon my back, pardon my back Pardon my back, pardon my back I ain’t fuckin’ witchu’ niggas no more, no more I ain’t fuckin’ witchu‘ bitches no more, no more, no more (nah, uh uh) Pardon my back, pardon my back (no more, nope, no more) Pardon my back, pardon my back (no more, no more) I ain’t fuckin’ witchu’ niggas no more (fuck outta here) I ain’t fuckin’ witchu‘ bitches no more, no more, no more (shit) Pardon my back, pardon my back (nope) I ain’t fuckin witcha’ (witchu’) Pardon my back, pardon my back (no more)