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Backseat Video (MV)




Performed By: Chuck Paradi$e
Language: English
Length: 1:34
Written by: T Benifield




Chuck Paradi$e - Backseat Lyrics
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All my niggas pullin' up,
Jumpin' out the backseat
All y'all niggas gettin' small
Was runnin' like a track meet
We ain't come to f*ck around
Somebody gone get work
All y'all niggas get down, which one wanna sit first
I aint know he had fast feet, man that boy was movin' like an athlete
I was aiming down about 50 yards, spot him and popped him like acne
Stupid tried to run past me, my niggas lurkin' gone trash shit
This hollow free aint gotta ask me, now the pack smellin like cat piss
Bitch you put me in a bad mood
I ain't goin' out like Papoose
Long stroke ya shorty with the back move,
Take you lil' niggas up to trap school
40 cal, what do that do?
Rip a skin, leave a tattoo
You official nigga, you affiliated, or you neutral, either way you fast food
Niggas eatin' we ain't runnin' mouth,
They try to creep and we gon' slug them out
My phone be ringin' what the bug about
Can't pick you up I'm on another route
If it aint bout money take it to the text
If I let it ring, I'ma make a mess
Put on that helmet, we don't even vests
Them hop-out boys pull up on ya set
All my niggas pullin' up, jumpin' out the backseat
All y'all niggas gettin' small
Was runnin' like a track meet
We ain't come to f*ck around, somebody gone get work
All y'all niggas get down, which one wanna sit first
All my niggas pullin' up, jumping out the backseat
All y'all niggas gettin' small
Was runnin' like a track meet
We ain't come to f*ck around, somebody gone get work
All y'all niggas get down, which one wanna sit first
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English

All my niggas pullin' up,
Jumpin' out the backseat
All y'all niggas gettin' small
Was runnin' like a track meet
We ain't come to f*ck around
Somebody gone get work
All y'all niggas get down, which one wanna sit first
I aint know he had fast feet, man that boy was movin' like an athlete
I was aiming down about 50 yards, spot him and popped him like acne
Stupid tried to run past me, my niggas lurkin' gone trash shit
This hollow free aint gotta ask me, now the pack smellin like cat piss
Bitch you put me in a bad mood
I ain't goin' out like Papoose
Long stroke ya shorty with the back move,
Take you lil' niggas up to trap school
40 cal, what do that do?
Rip a skin, leave a tattoo
You official nigga, you affiliated, or you neutral, either way you fast food
Niggas eatin' we ain't runnin' mouth,
They try to creep and we gon' slug them out
My phone be ringin' what the bug about
Can't pick you up I'm on another route
If it aint bout money take it to the text
If I let it ring, I'ma make a mess
Put on that helmet, we don't even vests
Them hop-out boys pull up on ya set
All my niggas pullin' up, jumpin' out the backseat
All y'all niggas gettin' small
Was runnin' like a track meet
We ain't come to f*ck around, somebody gone get work
All y'all niggas get down, which one wanna sit first
All my niggas pullin' up, jumping out the backseat
All y'all niggas gettin' small
Was runnin' like a track meet
We ain't come to f*ck around, somebody gone get work
All y'all niggas get down, which one wanna sit first
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Writer: T Benifield
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