Luh Tyler - Back Flippin (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Luh Tyler - Back Flippin (en) Lyrics
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Hold on, baby, I'm a player, not a
simp, bae (Not a simp, bae, yeah)
This shit comin' off the head like
a temp fade (Like a temp fade)
And your bitch tryna kick it like
a sensei (Like a sensei)
Maybe you can get a wig, but
I ain't payin' rent, bae
(Ain't payin' rent, bae)
Young, steppin' in somе bands, know I
brag different (I brag differеnt)
I can go and spend it, nigga,
'cause my bag different (Oh,
yeah, my bag different)
That bitch, she ain't really
fuckin' bad, that ho catfishin'
(That ho catfishin')
And I got your bitch doin' tricks,
this ho backflippin'
(This bitch backflippin')
I been smokin' on that gas, you can
smell the aroma (Yeah, yeah)
In the booth, I'm in that mode,
sippin' Arizona (Nigga, yeah)
You might think bro finna
crash the way he bend the
corner (Skrrt, skrrt)
Take your bitch and give her
back, no, I don't even want
her (What the fuck?)
Take your bitch and give her
back, I want a refund
(Want a refund, nigga)
In the booth, got on dark shades,
I can't even see nothin'
(Like Ray Charles)
I be high up in the stars, now I'm
finna be one (Nigga, yeah)
How the fuck I cut you off,
you runnin' back? That lil'
ho D1 (What the fuck?)
Yeah, she's a track star
Baby, I'm a dog like them pits
in the backyard (Nigga, rrr)
I be on some other shit, why
niggas tryna act hard?
(They tryna act hard)
And we steady gettin' to that money,
nigga, that part (Nigga, that part)
With your bitch, you can call me
Timmy, know I'm finna turn her up
(I'm finna turn her up, yeah)
Nigga, we been gettin' to that bag,
that's what I'm runnin' up (That's
what I'm runnin' up, nigga)
And my name been getting hot up
in the streets, say I'm burnin'
up (Say I'm burnin' up, yeah)
Nigga, ain't no doubt about it, niggas
know for sure I'm coming up
(Yeah, I'm comin' up, nigga)
Yeah, we been gettin' to that
cake, bitch (What?)
I ain't never flag, nigga know my pockets
straight, bitch (Nigga, what?)
Steady grindin', nigga know that's
what it take to be great,
bitch (That's for sure)
And I'm spittin' real shit up
on the mic, this ain't no
fake shit (Nigga, yeah)
Hold on, baby, I'm a player,
not a simp, bae (Not a
simp, bae, yeah, yeah)
This shit comin' off the head like a
temp fade (Like a temp fade, nigga)
And your bitch tryna kick it like
a sensei (Like a sensei, nigga)
Young, steppin' in some bands,
know I brag different (Yeah,
I brag different, nigga)
I can go and spend it, nigga,
'cause my bag different ('Cause
my bag different, yeah)
That bitch, she ain't really fuckin'
bad, that ho catfishin'
(That ho catfishin', nigga)
And I got your bitch doin' tricks,
this ho backflippin' (That ho
backflippin', nigga, yeah)
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