Baccstage 03 Greedo, Ron-Ron The Producer & Shordie Shordie (Ft. Wallie the Sensei)
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[Intro: 03 Greedo]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ron-Ron do that shit)
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
She hit me up, in need for backstage passes (Beat Boy taught me)
She let me hit it from the back because she nasty
Wanted to fuck since back then when I ain't have shit
If somebody give us up, can't come back, bitch
Lock the door on my dressing room
What we do won't leave from here
Backstage, backstage
Backstage, backstage
[Verse 1: 03 Greedo]
Backstage, tapped out, I give her backshots
Fat face, blue hundreds in my G-Star button-up
Button down when I'm cuttin' up
If this hottie talk too much, I hurry up and cut her off
Lights on, clothes off with the door locked
Ride dick, ride the wave, make the boat rock
03 got a ho freaky figure four locked
Put it on her scalp like some motherfuckin' faux locs
Twistin' up, I'm lifted, it's no intermission
I had to wait here until I was livin'
Each time I hit her, you know we ain't kissin'
She a groupie, I'm a nigga, she'll pull through, I'ma hit her
I be booted in the winter
Still goin' up in the summer, though
I'm designer from my garments to my underclothes
Hurry up and clean up to fuck some other ho
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ron-Ron do that shit)
[Chorus: 03 Greedo]
She hit me up, in need for backstage passes (Beat Boy taught me)
She let me hit it from the back because she nasty
Wanted to fuck since back then when I ain't have shit
If somebody give us up, can't come back, bitch
Lock the door on my dressing room
What we do won't leave from here
Backstage, backstage
Backstage, backstage
[Verse 1: 03 Greedo]
Backstage, tapped out, I give her backshots
Fat face, blue hundreds in my G-Star button-up
Button down when I'm cuttin' up
If this hottie talk too much, I hurry up and cut her off
Lights on, clothes off with the door locked
Ride dick, ride the wave, make the boat rock
03 got a ho freaky figure four locked
Put it on her scalp like some motherfuckin' faux locs
Twistin' up, I'm lifted, it's no intermission
I had to wait here until I was livin'
Each time I hit her, you know we ain't kissin'
She a groupie, I'm a nigga, she'll pull through, I'ma hit her
I be booted in the winter
Still goin' up in the summer, though
I'm designer from my garments to my underclothes
Hurry up and clean up to fuck some other ho
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