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backseat by Brexton

  1. In the backseat, these hoes be comin at me
  2. These niggaz try to attack me
  3. Do they know I'm an athlete?
  4. Fuck with me, that's sweet, huh
  5. Bitches know my songs just trap heat
  6. Now a nigga fucked up, send the Addy
  7. Imma go ahead and call up Maddie
  8. Cus I need that cash, rap sheet
  9. You really love all my good and bad beats, huh
  10.  
  11. Take you to the moon now a nigga know the gas leak
  12. Make his fuckin brain leak, Imma do it like Rick Astley
  13. Rickroll your ass, but maybe can you at least
  14. Leave me da hell alone, niggaz call me Papi
  15. And I know I don't make you too happy
  16. But can we be friends? I don't want you to trap me
  17. All my friends harass me, niggaz tried to blast me
  18. Fuck with me, you fucked up badly
  19. Woke up but then sadly, I realized, that this is exactly
  20. Why I don't fuck wit these hoes, they so nasty
  21. Imma mad beast, you can't handle dat heat
  22. These niggaz know I'm half me and half beast
  23. Sad happy, bipolar love, used to have a fat priest
  24. No nigga, I won't stop till yo attacks ceased
  25. I done caught them bodiez, wearin' khakis
  26. The fuck am I gon' do? These hoes got bad teeth
  27. And nigga don't you lie, you neva backed me
  28. So now here we are hatin eachother, blacklist
  29. That is the reason why I'm such an addict
  30. Bitch we backlit, you should touch grass, bitch
  31. I'm wit my gang Imma cap him, you wit yo gang, what will happen?
  32. Bitch we 'on't care, call us Captain
  33. Tell, what's the word? Is you lackin?
  34. These motherfuckers end up like Michael Jackson
  35. I ain't wanna overdose, but it'll prolly happen
  36. Boy, we so established, these niggaz never practiced
  37. How to tote a gun, so boy, it's magic, shit gets tragic
  38. So fantastic, but why a nigga cappin?
  39. You know I can't fuck around wit a bad bitch
  40. She a bad bitch, she need a baptist
  41. We need an exorcist, I ain't support this shit, this some bad shit
  42. We comin at him, you know we rap swift, we rap quick
  43. Tell us where yo dad is, we fucked yo dad's bitch
  44. A nigga was a fascist, you know my rap's crisp
  45. My rhymes so crisp, windows got a black tint
  46. I attack it, impact it, this nigga be ratchet
  47. Got guns in my jacket, why this nigga buryin the hatchet?
  48. Catchin bodies, kill em all like they rabbits
  49. These hoes be rabid, that boy in a casket
  50. Why these niggaz put all they eggs in one basket?
  51. You cannot catch me swear to god you can't catch it
  52. Beat his ass wit a mallet. catch that boy fuckin lackin
  53. Might have to let em know that the latch clicked
  54. Fuck all of these hoes, my mama a slavist
  55. Niggaz got the match lit, we be lightin matches
  56. These niggaz can't handle madness
  57. We grew up paintin the sadness, yea
  58. All these people want N word passes
  59. You fuck with us, we break yo glasses
  60. We go to clubs, chicks shakin they asses
  61. Fuck a lil nigga, show him to the masses
  62. She my girlfriend, yea, we be skippin classes
  63. I don't need no pass, bitch, fuck them hall passes
  64. She gon talk all that shit, fuck around, get turned to ashes
  65. Loggin off but shit takes practice, fuck your status
  66. I keep them pills under my mattress, but I'm past it
  67. We all past it cuz time be passin
  68. Imma catch you trippin and that's a fact, bitch
  69.  
  70. Why a nigga actin like Travis? Change the way you actin
  71. Nothing can change all your actions
  72. These niggas cannot do fractions
  73. We always got the damn distractions
  74. Imma try my best to keep balance
  75. I just wanna see yo reaction
  76. Niggaz talk shit with a goddamn passion
  77. Shut the fuck up, I guess shit just happens
  78. Caught Rai hangin wit the Green Dragons
  79. I fuck on your body and I do it with compassion
  80. Nobody can do what I do, or match my fashion
  81. We matchin, these niggaz gon meet my fast fists
  82. He got a fat lip, huh, that's some bad shit
  83. Nigga we get to packin like we Packgod on crack and
  84. We get to crackin wit the MAC 10s, we trappin
  85. We on these streets, bitch we ravished
  86. I'm delighted the way I'm rappin, how bout we wrap this?
  87. You can't rap this, and we livin so lavish
  88. Love livin lavishly, but I will not drag it
  89. And these hoes be in dem bodybags, yeah we track it
  90. He trynna get his body back, he can't have it
  91. He can't have me or have her or have this
  92. I be up in the goddamn attic, I could care less, y'all made outta plastic
  93. And a nigga tried to lie oh my, what a classic
  94. This bitch like classical, bitch, I'm fully automatic
  95. I don't care no more bout hot chicks, I care bout them contraptions
  96. Huh, fuck off, you ain't no goddamn assassin
  97. And you wanna lie to me, see what happens
  98. You know what happened to that boy Saxon?
  99. That boy be dead now, my heart be blackened
  100. Yeah that boy be laughin, he won't be laughin
  101. When the shots come he got to run, I gave him my rations
  102. This is how he repays me? I call my gang no relaxin
  103. That boy know damn well he relapsin, put him in the wagon
  104. Niggaz don't know captions, black like the Bastion
  105. Seatbelt fastened, girls in the back and
  106. We be singin to our favorite songs, while niggaz prolly trash it
  107. They trashed him, need myself a relaxant
  108. I love dem drugs (love dem drugs), we done hacked in
  109. My dawgs know hackin, this some abstract shit
  110. Why he yappin? Hate how they braggin
  111. They got me gaggin, I swear to god they laggin IRL
  112. He need some paddin, mama always naggin
  113. I can handle myself just fine thank you, bones snappin
  114. Bones breakin necks snappin, cigarette draggin
  115. Niggas can't imagine what I've seen and imagined
  116. Used to wake up in the middle of the night cryin and lashin
  117. Out on my mama cuz I was fucked up in the head and
  118. My life was fucking saddened and my mind was fucking maddened
  119. Got addicted to the madness, we was attackin and trackin
  120. Dem hoes, she gon put on some chapstick
  121. Fuck what you say nigga, y'all need more staffin
  122. Bust in wit the guns, now the whole party crashin
  123. Hoes crashin out blackin out we in them trapping house, we trap the mouse
  124. Now a nigga get to crackin no time for chattin
  125. Hoes be latchin onto us like a parasite, paralyzed, now we dashin
  126. Out the house out the crime scene, we got used to the stabbin
  127. Backstabbin is unacceptable, regrettable, harassin
  128. These hoes, cuz I'm so done with this rappin
  129. My beast be thrashin, waitin to be set free, but that won't happen
  130. It won't happen no no
  131.  
  132. In the backseat, these hoes be comin at me
  133. These niggaz try to attack me
  134. Do they know I'm an athlete?
  135. Fuck with me, that's sweet, huh
  136. Bitches know my songs just trap heat
  137. Now a nigga fucked up, send the Addy
  138. Imma go ahead and call up Maddie
  139. Cus I need that cash, rap sheet
  140. You really love all my good and bad beats, huh

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