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Back Up (Club Mix)

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Yeah-ho, back up

Yeah-ho, back up off me

Yeah-ho, back up

Yeah-ho, back up off me

Yeah-ho, back up

Yeah-ho, back up off me

Yeah-ho, back up

Yeah-ho, back up off me

So I walks in the club

I say what's up

See this girl and this bruh

I said what's up

So I step to em close (what?)

I say what's up

Now I pulled him by his shirt (yes!)

I said what's up

Now he's runnin', runnin' and runnin' away me

Dippin' through the crowd tryin' to grease some Hennessy

I told that nigga, don't try to flee, don't try to flee

Now I'm 'bout to break him down on in the knees (yes!)

I see his boys (and uh) his other boys (and uh)

Some more of his friends (but um), I'm in it to win

So I rush and tackle boy (you did what?) I punished boy (yes!)

I broke the leg of boy (what?), ain't no one knowing

Here he comes again, the Crusher takin' him out, no doubt

We on the dance floor, but we don't dance no more

We out to take him down like that

Nigga step up, get laid-on your back!

Yeah-ho, back up

Yeah-ho, back up off me

Yeah-ho, back up

Yeah-ho, back up off me

Yeah-ho, back up

Yeah-ho, back up off me

Yeah-ho, back up

Yeah-ho, back up off me

The venue set (yes!), I'm ready for action

(Motherfucker!) Bitch niggas, attack son (what?)

Run 'em up, get your life taken son

Then pose with these fists, with these face it'd be bricks

Ya'll niggas want it, your expectations high

I watch the blood skeet from your eye

Throw them bos, fuck them hoes

Bitch niggas came with a heart as soft as putty gold

We them street hustlers pimpin', simpin' and dippin'

Grindin' for our papers in the trap while y'all sleeppin'

Calicos through the head of any nigga that's trippin'

You wanna fight? Bring your weapons and ammunition!

Tech Nine's and Calicos, and, uh

We them niggas that beat 'em, breakin' hoes (bitch!)

Fuck them niggas

Yeah-ho, back up

Yeah-ho, back up off me

Yeah-ho, back up

Yeah-ho, back up off me

Yeah-ho, back up

Yeah-ho, back up off me

Yeah-ho, back up

Yeah-ho, back up off me

Get off my back hoe, oh watch your ass hoe

In these streets, me creeps so stand back hoe (huh)

And put them pistols in the sky

Bringing 'em all, we finna ride

To my Southside, fuck hoe, get it off your mind

Then put it back up fo I bust my Nine

Better act up or just quit tryin'

Cuz, ya put up what's mine

Just the way he stopped that crying

And back up hoe, we strapped up hoe

If you ain't 'bout no drama then back up, fo

Yeah-ho, back up

Yeah-ho, back up off me

Yeah-ho, back up

Yeah-ho, back up off me

Yeah-ho, back up

Yeah-ho, back up off me

Yeah-ho, back up

Yeah-ho, back up off me

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