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• Artiste: Lil Candy Paint
• Titre: Backends
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Is that Tango on the beat? [?] Backends on the road, serve the crowds at my show I guess we serve in the base, we smoke loud by the load Ain't no price up on my head, I can't never sell my soul I been havin' racks swear I was gon' go Don't teach your bitch what a hoe don't know 'Cause a bitch gon' tell when the pressure unfold And you live and you learn when you go to grow old I'm in that back nigga, smokin' on dope She serve it up, shit eat it up hoe Fuckin' some sympathy into this lil' hoe I'm beating her back, and then more in her throat She babysat kids and then thought about more [?] Baltimore County on some more Off of that Perc 10, nigga I float I'm in the spaceship, aka Ghost Your bitch in my passenger seat do the most Me and 12 back to back, who want the smoke? Hop in that GT-R, skrrt, I'm gone Still can't wait till a young nigga on But then again, nigga still playin' my songs So if I hate then a young nigga wrong Twin-turbo Imma skrrt off If your bitch bad then I'm taking her skirt off No I'm no squirrel but I'm getting that nut off Niggas switched up, but I'm moving like Adolf I'm tryna' maintain, I ain't tryna' go AWOL Had hoop dreams, nigga wanted to play B-ball I know I'm 26 but I still can't see y'all Drippin' black and yellow, and I still couldn't be y'all Imma [?], when that motherfuckin' beat off Ain't' fuck with the Trumps, this the last time I beat off I fuck with the nerds, who the fuck would I cheat off? Smoking thin Blunts, boy your shit like a Cheeto Shoutout Lil Duwap, still shootin' thru the peephole I got real fans, still fuck with my people Backends on the road, still waiting for the f-f-f-f-beep though Backends on the road, serve the crowds at my show I guess we serve in the base, we smoke loud by the load Ain't no price up on my head, I can't never sell my soul I been havin' racks swear I was gon' go Don't teach your bitch what a hoe don't know 'Cause a bitch gon' tell when the pressure unfold And you live and you learn when you go to grow old