Dej Loaf - back up | Текст песни

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• Dej Loaf
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Oh yah yah bitch, back up off me
You don't know me, I'm too clean, I'm too holy, bitch I'm godly
I only go for real niggas who don't brag 'bout what they bought me
Cuz they know I got a bag, got' fuck me up some commas
If I fuck and make you cum, you got to promise not to stress me
Don't be blowing up my phone and don't be leaving voice messages
And I can do you right, I'll do you better than your exes
I told that nigga to stop it, he was talkin' out his necklace
See the differences with me, I never needed niggas, ever
I'll leave 'em where I met 'em, I ain't tripping off no, ever
Goons in the cut tryna talk you out your necklace
You ever disrespect me, pussy, don't be disrespectful
I said wo, I said I know, I know, I know
He heard 'bout me, he was waitin' on me at the door
I said wo, yea that mink all on the floor
Used to bust the skatin', six to nine, come in at four
We got glow sticks for you ho chicks, bitch don't act like you don't notice
I'm very antisocial, social network ain't my motion (I don't move like that)
I sure know emotions, niggas, bitches is disgusting
Bananas with the Trojans, pop that pussy for a legend

(Hook)
I said wooo, I said I know, I know, I know
I said bitch back up off me
I said wooo, I said bitch back up off me
I said wooo, yeah get this nigga
I said whoa, ya, ya, bitch back up off me
I said whoa, whoa, ya, ya, bitch back up off me x 3
Back up off me, back up off me, I said bitch back up off me x 3
I said, back up off me, I said bitch back up off me

(Verse)
Back up off me, they want my backs in coffins
Gets so cold in the D and they still they take my jacket off me
Back when I couldn't afford to get it mixed and mastered, homie
My mamma fronted me that money so it's no backup, homie
Bitch so back up off me
Bank account look like a ballot, homie, yea it's checked up
My niggas packin', you get to trippin' and they unpackin', homie
Yea I overdo it, yea that's tailored, homie
Yea I'm overdressed and ain't no salad on me
Me and De together, holy matrimony
Ooh, it's hard to smile and shit
When they ain't free Juan, I got real ones on trial and shit
Fuck all my peers unless we talking bail, island shit
The check is seven figures, I might try and dial the shit
And if I fuck and make you cum, don't be blowin' up my phone
Lately I've been messing with girls who tend to own shit on their own
I turn dusk into dawn, turn my chair to a throne
Fuck her off in the whip, make her take Umber home
Cold to the chromosome, I grew up without a hammock
I did everythin' except panic, feel me?
Finally Famous to the family
And we expandin' on the top floor like we tannin'
She throwing' tantrums
She goon' hold this dick like a Grammy
I give her bomb D and do damage
She like

(Hook)

(Outro)
Yeah that's right mane
(I said woah, yah yah)
For the city
(Woah, yah yah, bitch back up off me)
You got Queen DeJ, Sean Don, straight up
It's time to boss up on everything, I'm gettin' everything

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