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Back to Back (feat. Just Melt) Video (MV)




Performed By: Kramer
Language: English
Length: 1:33
Written by: Arum Melton, Michael Kramer




Kramer - Back to Back (feat. Just Melt) Lyrics




My dude mike got the bars make ya shimmy
All up in the pussy she ain't ever seen a jimmy
All of that she give me, wake the lion in me
Making all the wishes come true like I'm timmy

Timmie turner spiting sickly
Running from the burner yeah she got that icky Vicky
Talking bout that pressure yeah I keep that sticky icky
Rollin down the window
We talking bout that money make it quickly smoking indoe

Playin like Nintendo
Take ya notes go and grab ya pencil
The way that we be rapping so suspenseful
Chillen with my kenfolk
And we always coming off the mental
Hit ya with the hook so check ya dental

My shit real not a rental
From the ville in a kennel
Ima kill instrumentals till the beat drops
Yeah we gorilla's we be chillen on the tree tops
Don't f*ck with snitches cause they dressed up as them street cops

Running shit up in here till our motherf*cking feet stop
How I make the beat knock
Make ya feel heavy
Running out the womb rapping boy I stay ready

Coming with them horses like a Chevy
Yeah I bring torque
Anakin I choke up with the force
Steph curry when I am shooting from the court
You gone know the name like I'm dame and I'm shooting from the fourth
Father time yeah you know I bring the force

Never force shit
Before I hit grab the potion
Shorty say she lovin how I hit her with the motion

Cut like logan
Looking for a freak
Even through the camo ima f*ck me a mystic
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My dude mike got the bars make ya shimmy
All up in the pussy she ain't ever seen a jimmy
All of that she give me, wake the lion in me
Making all the wishes come true like I'm timmy

Timmie turner spiting sickly
Running from the burner yeah she got that icky Vicky
Talking bout that pressure yeah I keep that sticky icky
Rollin down the window
We talking bout that money make it quickly smoking indoe

Playin like Nintendo
Take ya notes go and grab ya pencil
The way that we be rapping so suspenseful
Chillen with my kenfolk
And we always coming off the mental
Hit ya with the hook so check ya dental

My shit real not a rental
From the ville in a kennel
Ima kill instrumentals till the beat drops
Yeah we gorilla's we be chillen on the tree tops
Don't f*ck with snitches cause they dressed up as them street cops

Running shit up in here till our motherf*cking feet stop
How I make the beat knock
Make ya feel heavy
Running out the womb rapping boy I stay ready

Coming with them horses like a Chevy
Yeah I bring torque
Anakin I choke up with the force
Steph curry when I am shooting from the court
You gone know the name like I'm dame and I'm shooting from the fourth
Father time yeah you know I bring the force

Never force shit
Before I hit grab the potion
Shorty say she lovin how I hit her with the motion

Cut like logan
Looking for a freak
Even through the camo ima f*ck me a mystic
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Writer: Arum Melton, Michael Kramer
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