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      Backwards (Ft Meek Mill)

      Backwards (Ft Meek Mill)

      Gucci Mane

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      Gucci Mane - Backwards (Ft Meek Mill) Música y Letra

      [Gucci Mane]
      Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane, Gucci (yeah)
      Wizop, the wizop, the wizop, the wizop, the wizop, the (wop)
      Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci, the Gucci guwop, oh the Gucci (wop)
      (Hah, Gucci)
      God keep coverin' me with drip, I think he tryna smother me (on God)
      They stop me at the border, had too many felonies
      I'm splashin', I ain't even drippin' (splashin')
      Laughin', I ain't even trippin' (haha)
      I'm crashin', I ain't even dissin' (crash)
      Heard you drop some, I ain't even listen
      No one realer, triller, street gorilla
      I pull up like chauncey billups
      Nigga don't gas me, I don't need a fill up
      Pick her up and make her suck my dick 'til she hiccup
      Wop lookin' slim like a bicycle rim
      But he's bank obese, and his pockets on chubby
      He'll play head coach just like lovie
      Thuggin' in public, these hoes love it
      I double and triple, quadruple your budget
      Baseball money like david justice (money)
      Whole load sold, I ain't even touched it (it's sold)
      Own our own kush, damn the room so musty
      Most of you rappers all style, no substance
      Big ol' rocks on, they disgustin'
      Niggas talk but never touch me (nah)
      Broke haters can't tell me nothin'
      [Meek Mill]
      Fuck 'em (woo, woo, woo, who?)
      Yeah, this that meek mill, Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane)
      Y'all niggas swingin' through f&ns
      They gon' come right back to you like a boomerang (brrr)
      Louis and saint laurent drip (ooh, sheesh)
      Pimp on these bitches like pootie tang
      He wanna be 'bout that bitch but we are fuckin' her, so he don't know who to blame
      She wanna check for me, uh (check)
      She got a check for me, uh (check)
      Fuckin' the two baddest bitches on Instagram, they on that ecstacy (aaah)
      Hey, diamonds like flossin', I got the sauce, I made you the recipe, oh
      'Fore all this rappin' shit, I was a trapper, the plug gon' invest in me, woah
      Jump out the porch, I got a Porsche
      Too many hitters, they can't extort
      I take that mil' to table, no fork
      Then split it out with my dawg like divorce
      They shouted us, it was by force
      We shouted them, they went to court
      I don't wan' be with these niggas no more
      I cannot be with these niggas no more
      Shorty said she only fuck trappers (trappers)
      End up fuckin' with a rapper (for real?)
      Damn bitch, how you goin' backwards? (damn)
      Diamonds on froze like Alaska
      That ain't even none of my business (business)
      Gucci said he's done with your ass now (back down)
      I am preachin' to you like the pastor
      I'ma keep runnin' them bands up, yeah
      [Gucci Mane & Meek Mill]
      Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
      Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
      All these diamonds on me make me handsome
      Shawty fuckin' on me like a dancer
      Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
      Bands up, bands up, bands up, bands up
      Went from a trapper to rapper
      Damn bitch how you goin' backwards?
      [Gucci Mane]
      Wow, I thought I was proud of you
      But I take it back
      You know what I'm saying?
      Where your [?] at?
      Where your titles at, uh?
      Where your shooters at?
      Thought you had a plug, but you are scrub

      Gucci Mane - Backwards (Ft Meek Mill) Música y Letra






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