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Back Up Lyrics Artist(Band):Big Tymers
[Baby] Aight nigga Fuck it We did it once we gon do it again Hot Boy forever bitch Lets ride nigga [Gilly] B-I-G-T-Y-M-E-R-S Birdman wit the homie Mannie Fresh And Juvenile so you clowns don't arrest Let's do it [Baby] Got a Bentley wit the tags with the millionaire cash Two million on the ice with that gun in my hand Got the beat on the streets and we movin the slaya Porsche truck lift up and a four door Jag Uptown money spots niggas countin they cash No rules in this game niggs doin they thang See me watchin for the people cuz they ready to slang Blowin dro' in Bahamas so that pineapple plate Couldn't give us six cars for the money we make I'm the king of the chrome get the fuck out my face I'm the sun, I'm the moon, I'm the Benz, I'm the whips I'm the crib, I'm the mouse quiet up in this bitch Smoothe baller 22s in they hip Smoke dro minks, haze and a spliffs I'm in the heat of the cloud that's how it's goin down A D-boy getting cheddar and I'm from uptown [Chorus - Gilly] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up [Mannie Fresh (Gilly)] (Why you got that gun nigga?) Cuz I can Woke up in the club with the bitch in my hand Everybody lay down, stay down I'm bout to spit this mothafuckin hay round There's one nigga I'm lookin at (you about to get it flat) Everybody else just back back Bustin, fussin, yellin, cussin Fightin, bitin, niggas got to rustilin Throwin big chairs, pushin down stairs Disrespectin hos pullin out weave hairs But this one ho nobody know pull out the fo fo Made niggas lay it down on the floor That's when the police came The fire engine truck and the ambulance Bitch still bustin shots like Jesse James Big Money Heavyweight nigga I ain't playin The bitch was trill caught two to the grill One in the head damn lil' one dance Shake! [Chorus - Gilly (Juvenile)] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin (uh uh) Everybody give me space, back up (what what what what) Everybody give me space, back up (look look) [Juvenile] Gimme the roovie Juvie the shooter Try to follow my pandemonium point I'm gon lose ya Look around there's some niggas not with me Some of them dead, some of them doin bout 50 UTP you better stand up it's the general Bringin back the era of the criminal Look I got my own scene, got my own scheme Got killas so basically I'm doin my own thing I drive a 7-6-0 strapped up waitin at the light for the hero It's kinda hot outside niggas done shot blue eyes That's fucked up cuz my connect dropped me 5 I'ma excersize my right to get this cheese I don't have to put in work nigga my bitch will squeeze I ain't positive I'm a black man So watch your mouth playa cuz you can catch a back hand Heh! [Chorus - Gilly] Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up Always poppin never stoppin Glocks cockin, body droppin Colla poppin, nigga knockin Everybody give me space, back up Everybody give me space, back up If you find some error in Back Up Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review the song Back Up The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Big Tymers" Music | |
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