Categoria: International

Young Deion – Back2Back (Official Music Video) Lyrics
(AoM Productions)
Back2Back, brrah, haha, ay (HL8)
Young bolts of corn
They know that it’s No Remorse, bow (HL8)
Look

We had the opps in range (What?)
Said the mandem ‘rove in over (Whip)
Big man, this ain’t no Volvo sport
Tryna leng man down with a toaster (Rah)
We put opps in pain
Damn, each and one is a boaster (Haha)
Big man, this is a local sport
And a bro still could be a hoster (Word)
We put food in wraps like Taco Bell
Can’t get a mamosa
Bro done yitched man down with his yuck
(Ying, ying) then stepped when I bust that
Every ting kosher
Man done ditched that out, no fucks
On the countryside, man, Tizzy a loner (Lone)
For the first time, slanged way in the hood
I felt like Scarface, world is mine (Mine)
First time, laid eyes on a gun, I was young
I was itchin’ to hear that bine (Bang, bang)
Turned that on, and it turned me mad
Like nuttin’ can harm me, blud, I’m fine
(I’m good)
Step on a mot’, tryna crash on pricks
But they can’t far get, they every time
(LOL)
The bitches stay like “Shit, that’s Tizz!”
Like what? Did the gyaldem think I’m fine?
(Just preein’, Look, look)

You don’t know about aim
Run up and spray, I don’t care about fame
Like a easy stain, three Z’s on the dog go
Straight to the brain
Step out on a slidey mission with gangdem
I scream “Who’s got chat for the mandem?”
Where’s the paigons? Man
I can’t stand them
Do it, select, fuck doin’ a random
We’re young and we’re hungry
Cash-go getters my young G got a pumpy
When he rise it, only TT tekkers
We all fly straight, no dyke, no chessers
Step out on a slidey miss’ with the guys
YA loves doin’ it twice
Tizzy on the back of the bike
Don’t get yourself slashed
We’ll fill it with bine

Lucii’s back, I’m back from limbo
(I’m back)
I know all the fans dem miss me (Miss me)
Ching a man up ‘til his wounds turn stinky
Whoosh ‘til I poke his kidney
(Splash, splash) do up a Ritz in the OT spot
To avoid them jakes, wan’ nick me (Nick me)
Pray to the Devil and pray to the Gods
I keep balance, the powers are with me
Sold my soul for a piece of the pie (I sold)
And it’s pie is nice (Nice)
Can’t you tell ‘bout the jumbo belly?
I’m eatin’ right, and I’m livin’ life
(Livin’ life) them man there can’t relate
And they’re paranoid for their life
When Reeko done got-got
It was also funny, his knees were high
I got too many man on my knife
But come next year, I want me double (Double)
Don’t think I’m in the music ting
I keep myself out of trouble (Out of trouble)
I ain’t like them, I still bang skengs
The music bread just plays for the bells
(Boom-bow)
That come out at the end of the muzzle
(Boom-bow)
I made them man, them meet their end
(Their end)

You don’t know about aim
(Where you’re from?)
Run up and spray, I don’t care about fame
Like a easy stain, three Z’s on the dog go
Straight to the brain
Step out on a slidey mission with gangdem
I scream “Who’s got chat for the mandem?”
Where’s the paigons? Man
I can’t stand them
Do it, select, fuck doin’ a random
We’re young and we’re hungry
Cash-go getters my young G got a pumpy
When he rise it, only TT tekkers
We all fly straight, no dyke, no chessers
Step out on a slidey miss’ with the guys
YA loves doin’ it twice
Tizzy on the back of the bike
Don’t get yourself slashed
We’ll fill it with bine (Ay, ay)

G-check my man, but he weren’t from there
Say less, bro, just leave him
Gon’ circle the whole damn evening (Skrr)
Ay, tryna see someone bleedin’
Right foot on the gas, speedin’
Hop out the car, see ten man skeetin’
Don’t think ‘cause a man does drill
That a man don’t drill
It’s facts I’m speakin’ (Facts, facts)
Real facts, I ain’t tellin’ them lies
(Nope) young G’s been sellin’ them pies
In the opp block trips
Been wettin’ them guys
Lilo stepped out with a weapon and died (Rah)
20 man caught me slippin’, fuck it
Back out my weapon and fight i’m with V
And you know what he’s grippin’
Run up, back get peppered and bine (Grrt)
Bag up, bag it, twist it, tag it
Said it already, I will say it again
Pull up, scatter, ‘ceal it, bang it
Sprayed it already, I will spray it again
(Bow, bow) i’m with Luc’, no meds (None)
Two-two on the right and the left
I got teks, you’ll get kweffed
Not leaving until something’s wet (Stained)
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