Young Dolph - Back to Back (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Young Dolph - Back to Back (en) Lyrics
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Pull up foreigns back to back‚ back
to back‚ back to back to back
And hop out with them racks,
with them racks, yeah‚
with them big old racks
Ayy, shout out to my set, to my
set‚ you see it around my neck
Yeah, bitch, we like to flex,
we like to flex, we ball,
don't break a sweat
Yeah, all these damn dead
presidents, I'm gettin' too
much, it's scarin' me
Fuck these hoes, just let 'em be,
can't let 'em get the best of me
Bitch, I got the recipe, can't
no nigga compare to me
Yeah, all this water water on me, I
might go join the swimming team
I got dough, Krispy Kreme
Fresh to death, crispy clean
Bitch I smoke Christmas trees
Got them lumps in my jeans
Diamonds jumping, trampoline
Uh, all you hear is bling (Bling)
Ball so hard, they think we cheatin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you see it
Pull up foreigns back to back, back
to back, back to back to back
And hop out with them racks,
with them racks, yeah,
with them big old racks
Ayy, shout out to my set, to my
set, you see it around my neck
We pull up back to back, back to
back to back to back to back
No, I don't play fair, shit 'round my
neck jumpin' like jumping jacks
All these bitches swear that
they love me, bitch, you
just love these stacks
Dolph come on the radio, your girl
gon' turn it up to the max
Paper Route, Paper Route,
Paper Route (Uh)
Motherfuckin' Business,
lil' nigga (Uh)
Fuck this rap shit, got some homeboys down
the road doin' life sentence, lil'
nigga (Free my dawgs, free my dawgs)
I never played tennis but
I got racks (Racks)
Eight stacks just for
a backpack (Racks)
See some fuck niggas, then
blatt blatt (Blatt blatt)
Blatt blatt blatt blatt (Ayy)
Lake Michigan on my wrist (Flooded)
Mississippi river on my neck (Flooded)
Went to hollywood just to
go flex (It's Dolph)
I took his bitch, made
her my pet (Bitch)
I wish all of my old hoes
the best (Fuck y'all)
Me and Tray-Tray on a jet (Bitch)
Blue Power Ranger on his
chest, hah, blessed
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