Bacc To Tha Basics 3Breezy
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[Intro]
I bet she ain't know that I pack heat, aye, yeah
We up in the bed like an athlete, yeah, yeah
Flipping the work like track meet, aye, yeah
I bet she ain't know that I pack heat, yeah
[Chorus]
Open her mouth, let her taste it, lately I've been on some shit but I'm back to the basics (Back to the basics, yeah)
I can not fuck if she basic, my shooters black and they white, I don't care about races (I don't care about races)
Either you love mе or hate me, really I don't givе a fuck 'cause your bitch wanna date me (She wanna date me)
I can't let a nigga take me, always cutting up the grass 'cause a nigga wanna stain me (Nigga wanna stain me)
I won't let a nigga pack me (Pack me)
I gave her dick, put her right in the back seat (Back seat, yeah)
Got her sweating like an athlete (Athlete)
I bet that lil' baby ain't know that I pack heat
Throw me a rack for the back end (Back end)
She want some more, got me beating her back in
Let 'em know I'm double packing
That's one for a nigga and bitch that be jackin'
[Verse]
Get a nut and get her gone
Baby, you best get to packing, I'm sending you home
You better lower you tone
Hope they know that I'm a dog, tryna get me a bone
I'm swerving when I'm on the road
If we ain't talking 'bout a check, why you calling my phone?
Shit coming straight off the dome
I don't open up to bitches, I put it in songs
But fuck, I be rocking VLONE
But she know my D long (But she know my D long)
And I ain't worried 'bout no niggas, they really be pussy, don't know what they be on (Don't know what they be on)
Know a couple niggas brackin', some niggas be crackin', lil' bro get his C on (Lil' bro get his C on)
Tell 'em if you ain't the gang then you can not hang, give a fuck what you be on (Give a fuck what you be on)
Niggas ain't weird, they counterfeit
We lay 'em down, we down to stretch
We just be flippin' that work and you can get hurt
Count it up like Obama checks
Already knew that I'm a threat
We can connect, no internet
I put that bitch on a leash, ain't loving no treesh, nigga, that should be common sense
I bet she ain't know that I pack heat, aye, yeah
We up in the bed like an athlete, yeah, yeah
Flipping the work like track meet, aye, yeah
I bet she ain't know that I pack heat, yeah
[Chorus]
Open her mouth, let her taste it, lately I've been on some shit but I'm back to the basics (Back to the basics, yeah)
I can not fuck if she basic, my shooters black and they white, I don't care about races (I don't care about races)
Either you love mе or hate me, really I don't givе a fuck 'cause your bitch wanna date me (She wanna date me)
I can't let a nigga take me, always cutting up the grass 'cause a nigga wanna stain me (Nigga wanna stain me)
I won't let a nigga pack me (Pack me)
I gave her dick, put her right in the back seat (Back seat, yeah)
Got her sweating like an athlete (Athlete)
I bet that lil' baby ain't know that I pack heat
Throw me a rack for the back end (Back end)
She want some more, got me beating her back in
Let 'em know I'm double packing
That's one for a nigga and bitch that be jackin'
[Verse]
Get a nut and get her gone
Baby, you best get to packing, I'm sending you home
You better lower you tone
Hope they know that I'm a dog, tryna get me a bone
I'm swerving when I'm on the road
If we ain't talking 'bout a check, why you calling my phone?
Shit coming straight off the dome
I don't open up to bitches, I put it in songs
But fuck, I be rocking VLONE
But she know my D long (But she know my D long)
And I ain't worried 'bout no niggas, they really be pussy, don't know what they be on (Don't know what they be on)
Know a couple niggas brackin', some niggas be crackin', lil' bro get his C on (Lil' bro get his C on)
Tell 'em if you ain't the gang then you can not hang, give a fuck what you be on (Give a fuck what you be on)
Niggas ain't weird, they counterfeit
We lay 'em down, we down to stretch
We just be flippin' that work and you can get hurt
Count it up like Obama checks
Already knew that I'm a threat
We can connect, no internet
I put that bitch on a leash, ain't loving no treesh, nigga, that should be common sense
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