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Lil` O - Back Back

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[Chorus]
Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet
Or I`ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet
Don`t try to gimme dap bitch you ain`t no kin to me
Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet
Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin` me
Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet Gimme 50 feet

[Verse 1]
Hey here`s a little story `bout a nigga like me
I fuck bad broads live large and drive V`s
Some say I`m cocky and rude I might be
But nigga fuck you, you ain`t got to like me
I`m at the bar taking sips of long island ice tea
Wrist looking` blue or icy I`m pricey
Bitch niggas mean mugging` and starin` all shiesty
Don`t make me pepper spray your face have you lookin` all spicy
Cause I know you niggas hatin` and wanna fight me
Thinking I`m all Hollywood like Spike Lee
Thinking I`ma steal you and fuck up your white T
When I catch you in your jaw I`ma fuck up your white teeth
But nigga I be ready to scuffle like dice peat
And ya`ll walkin` outta this tussle ain`t likely
I hope you boys ready to rumble I`m quite deep
And I ain`t friendly but I`ma tell you politely

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Say I`m the type of cat when I pull up in the place
you hatas like a blow job put it in they face
I buy the goochie shoes matching belt lookin` great
Dubs sounding cool you can tell I`m pushin` weights
Courtier full of flakes snow storms in the peaks
Hoe taming nigga keep my bitch on a leash
You the typa cat that`ll chase a chick for weeks
Then try to box a nigga when you hear he hit your freak
But playa don`t you know you outta line that shit is weak
And fightin` over broads will get you killed up in these streets
You running round here plexin` always thinking shit is sweet
Then have the nerve to wonder why them bullets hit ya cheek
Then wanna step to me talkin` but (Oh you foul!)
All up in my face talking bout (You hit my gal)!
I`m looking at him stupid like man this shit is wild
You better give me space asshole I ain`t ya pal

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
I keep my game on face when I`m riding on chops
Straight gorilla pimp don`t even wave to the bops
Lookin` like a snail crawlin` slow through the lot
Fist full of grain other hand on the glock
Cause when you want fee jackers want what you got
That`s why I stay ready with the inferred dot
The first one to jump is the first getting shot
Put the beam on his head then I take off his block
You love to rob O like take off you rocks
Take off your shoes playa take off your socks
But I`m the type of cat before I take off my watch
Aim at your chest and try to take off you heart
You know how I do playa shake off tha marks
Hit him with the big guns that take off a part
Chest lookin` like he been ate by a shark
Bitch you better mind stay in line play it smart

[Chorus till end]

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