Wiz Khalifa - Backseat (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Wiz Khalifa - Backseat (en) Lyrics
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I just brought that motherfuckin’
packets so you know it’s him
I done been broke, I promise
that I’ll never go again
Say it if I want to, I could
never hold it in
Right there in your face,
time I never waste
Break it down and roll it up,
I made it out of nothing
Will I ride for my niggas when it’s
time? That ain’t a question
Gotta make sure that
my baby boy is good
Throwing up that Taylor Gang and
after that it’s neighborhood
I know what I’m up against
and I ain’t on the fence
Y’all know what I represent,
I’m in my element
Rolling up a paper and
get high to the sky
All my homies repping Taylor
Gang or Die-da-da-da
Backseat killin’ it, got my feet up
Bad shorty and she feelin’ it
I’m the realest nigga
that she been with
Niggas just talk but I’m livin’ it
Ridin’ in the backseat killin’
it, got my feet up
I was shooting K’s with the mask,
kick doors for the stash
Now I ride in Calabasas
wit’ a mil’ stashed
Broke niggas still moving
slow like molasses
NASCAR hustle in this
ho, I like fast cash
Haters like a bad rash, fuck
with me we gon’ clash
Get shot in your glasses,
we ain’t givin’ passes
Diamonds on my teeth, these
bitches ain’t keepers
But they’ll suck you dry just
like they mosquitoes
I’m the shitter, my dick
stroke, ya girl get-uh
From crumbs to the brick-
uhs, got suckers sicker
Louis on my feet, Louis
thirteenth of liquor
Robbers gettin’ weak, don’t
fuck with this nigga
Money flipper, hundred K on me now
You funny niggas, Jim
Carrey cable guys
You stay cappin’ but ain’t
havin’ a fuckin’ dime
A man beggin’ like a bitch
should be a fuckin’ crime
I’m the realest nigga that
she been with (Leh-go)
Niggas just talk but I’m livin’ it
(Leh-go, leh-go, leh-go, leh-go)
Riding in the backseat,
bitch, I’m a boss
You can hit the cup but
try not to nod off
Told her “Slob on my knob
’til my knob fall off”
Yeah, I got a job for you,
you gon’ have to call off
Backseat, feet up, weed up
Thick bitch, redbone, double
D cup (Mmm-hmm)
Backseat, no this ain’t no taxi (Nope)
Chopper on the seat, that bitch
right beside me (Boop-boop)
Rich nigga shit, you know
how the vibe be
Fuckin’ on a rich bitch, I’ma
let her ride me (Always)
Yeah, I’m gettin’ money but
my niggas grimy (Always)
Cup full of mud, this shit
gets slimy, in the—
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