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Back End Video (MV)




Performed By: ALM Pops
Length: 2:47
Written by: Deion Hartley, Quatez Foster




ALM Pops - Back End Lyrics
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F**king that b***h beat her back in
Call her Venus cause she brought them racks in
Mickey D's I got the mac ten
A L M seventy one got the bags in
Moving that petro
Cutting down calico
Straight to Panola road
Smoking that shell
You want a bell
Meet me at texaco
At the texaco ya
Gas for the low ya
Pops done hit me on the phone
Say lets hit the studio
Al trapping in the back and he cooking up a beat
Pops still trippn man
Man you know that n***a trapping
I'm a real player f**k these h*es on the floor not on my mattress
Unless that b***h classy ya
Unless she got some money ya
I got d**k for sale ya
I dont love you h*es
I dont trust you h*es
But I respect you though
You my kinfolk
You my bestie you my bestie
An I'm screaming f**k twelve so no you can't arrest me
Can't arrest me
Woah woah
F**king that b***h beat her back in
Call her Venus cause she brought them racks in
Mickey D's I got the mac ten
A L M seventy one got them bags in
Moving that petro
Cutting down calico
Straight to Panola road
Smoking that shell
You want a bell
Meet me at texaco
Lets make this quick
Gotta catch a jugg b***h
Dont want no p****y
You not sucking no d**k
Don't love no h*e
Can't trust no b***h
On Panola eating ribs at the this is it
Headed to the north side
Catch a jugg on the white man
Cause you know I got big plans
Norcross trapping going super saiyan
I been ducking twelve I'm a black man
Pops posted up trapping in the blue vans
Smoking every day im a shotta
Riding round dread head rasta
Plotting everyday on a dollar
Dollar make a lil b***h holler
Youngen catch a case no problem
N***a move wrong young shot him
N***a didnt know I taught him
N***a tryed to run I caught him
He made I'm
F**king his b***h from the back end
Eating coochie like that s**t is sushi
F**k her then I forget her like roofie
F**king the money do the oochie coochie
Six God like im Gucci
Sing to her like I'm Lucci
StreetMoney like I'm Boochie
F**king this hood rat i make her say street
Damn I like
F**king that b***h beat her back in
Call her Venus cause she brought them racks in
Mickey D's I got the mac ten
A L M seventy one got them bags in
Moving that petro
Cutting down calico
Straight to Panola road
Smoking that shell
You want a bell
Meet me at texaco
F**king that b***h beat her back in
Call her Venus cause she brought them racks in
Mickey D's I got the mac ten
A L M seventy one got the bags in
Moving that petro
Cutting down calico
Straight to Panola road
Smoking that shell
You want a bell
Meet me at texaco
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F**king that b***h beat her back in
Call her Venus cause she brought them racks in
Mickey D's I got the mac ten
A L M seventy one got the bags in
Moving that petro
Cutting down calico
Straight to Panola road
Smoking that shell
You want a bell
Meet me at texaco
At the texaco ya
Gas for the low ya
Pops done hit me on the phone
Say lets hit the studio
Al trapping in the back and he cooking up a beat
Pops still trippn man
Man you know that n***a trapping
I'm a real player f**k these h*es on the floor not on my mattress
Unless that b***h classy ya
Unless she got some money ya
I got d**k for sale ya
I dont love you h*es
I dont trust you h*es
But I respect you though
You my kinfolk
You my bestie you my bestie
An I'm screaming f**k twelve so no you can't arrest me
Can't arrest me
Woah woah
F**king that b***h beat her back in
Call her Venus cause she brought them racks in
Mickey D's I got the mac ten
A L M seventy one got them bags in
Moving that petro
Cutting down calico
Straight to Panola road
Smoking that shell
You want a bell
Meet me at texaco
Lets make this quick
Gotta catch a jugg b***h
Dont want no p****y
You not sucking no d**k
Don't love no h*e
Can't trust no b***h
On Panola eating ribs at the this is it
Headed to the north side
Catch a jugg on the white man
Cause you know I got big plans
Norcross trapping going super saiyan
I been ducking twelve I'm a black man
Pops posted up trapping in the blue vans
Smoking every day im a shotta
Riding round dread head rasta
Plotting everyday on a dollar
Dollar make a lil b***h holler
Youngen catch a case no problem
N***a move wrong young shot him
N***a didnt know I taught him
N***a tryed to run I caught him
He made I'm
F**king his b***h from the back end
Eating coochie like that s**t is sushi
F**k her then I forget her like roofie
F**king the money do the oochie coochie
Six God like im Gucci
Sing to her like I'm Lucci
StreetMoney like I'm Boochie
F**king this hood rat i make her say street
Damn I like
F**king that b***h beat her back in
Call her Venus cause she brought them racks in
Mickey D's I got the mac ten
A L M seventy one got them bags in
Moving that petro
Cutting down calico
Straight to Panola road
Smoking that shell
You want a bell
Meet me at texaco
F**king that b***h beat her back in
Call her Venus cause she brought them racks in
Mickey D's I got the mac ten
A L M seventy one got the bags in
Moving that petro
Cutting down calico
Straight to Panola road
Smoking that shell
You want a bell
Meet me at texaco
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Writer: Deion Hartley, Quatez Foster
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