Текст (слова) песни: Big Tymers f Gilly, Juvenile - Back Up

 
[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
 

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