Backshots lyrics

by

Payroll Giovanni


[Chef Tony]
Let's throw back shots
While you throw backshots
(Don't run)
Doughboyz Chef Tony
I can make ya back roc
Come on!

[Payroll]
I be on some getting money, go home, and chill sh*t
But I'm feeling good and need a drink on some real sh*t
Went to the club, met with Maine and Scootch
Came to chill but I still got the 9 in the coupe
Seen this bad little b*tch at the bar with her clique
They all laughin and smilin, jokin and sh*t
I gave a look, she look back
Damn ole girl strapped
Short dress and red bottoms, and her ass so fat
I bought em all some drinks
She told them b*tches to scram
She like you Mr. Dog Hoes? Oh you know who I am?
A couple shots later, she feelin all on my di*k
Next thing we know, we on the lodge flyin in the whip (flyin)
Pulled up to the condo, we laughin and sh*t
Turned on the surround sound on
Then baby girl stripped (Yeah)
She laid on her back
I'm like what with all that ass you got? (What?)
Bend yo ass over its only right you get a backshot (Yep)
[Hook]
Boutta throwback shots and give a ho a backshot (x8)

[HBK]
Uhh
Bout to throw back shots and give a ho a backshot (Uhh)
Pull out my kodak, snap a shot for my n*gga Roc (Free Roc)
Get on top, f*ck that, turn around and toot it up (Toot it up!)
She a tight b*tch but off Goose I swear she loose as f*ck (Loose)
Rubbin on my nuts, while I'm poundin goin threw them guts (Pow)
Got her going crazy; I'm hittin it hard like a zoota put
She said that I'm rude as f*ck
Cause I banged her lights out
The switch was off in the room but your boy was iced out
I hit her from the back and make her scream 7 deuce (Yae Yae)
I cut into them hoes yall puttin the pus*y on a pedestal (Ha ha)
Its medical I need it
A n*gga got a beat it
Feelin so wet, but I'll be damned if I go down and eat it
She said her n*gga cheatin
She call me in the evening
Her n*gga workin so I'm working on that ass believe it (Let's go to work)
She leakin and she skeetin
Don't get none on the sheets
No hugs, no kisses, you ain't nothin but another freak
[Hook]

[Doughboy Dre]
Ya'll know what it is
Doughboy Dre

Backshots, best shots, long strokin all night (Yeah)
Fat little ass plus the pus*y be tight (Type)
Sassy lil b*tch type of girl I like (My type)
You can be my wife girl only tonight (One night)
In the AM I gotta get to this bread (Lets go)
Before a n*gga leave I need some breakfast in bed (I need it)
Money on my mind while I'm thinkin bout head (Damn)
I'm trippin let me get up time to get to this bread (Lets go)
Money ain't sh*t I spent they life last year (It ain't sh*t)
It ain't sh*t to a boss I'll triple that this year (Watch me)
These haters in my rear but I fly right past, (f*ck yall)
Talkin nonsense they ain't gettin no cash (Naw)
Smack her on her ass, she told me Dre its real
You ain't gotta tell me girl cause I know how it feel (I know)
I'm a real n*gga I need a down ass b*tch (Down ass b*tch)
She tellin all her friends I got some good ass di*k

[Hook]

[Crispy Quis]
Crispy
I'm just a young handsome n*gga that be rockin furs and sh*t
Don't f*ck with any b*tch
Cause any b*tch don't deserve my di*k
If she squirt on this Gucci shirt so let's get naked
I'm high (Lets get it girl!) and I'm wasted ain't no time to be wastin
I'm changing my name, tonight call me freaky Quis
If you pus*y ain't squeaky clean then I'm leaving immediately (I'm Out!)
It feel good being me (yeah)
I swear I'm so bossy
She told me nut on her face
Ooh this b*tch is so naughty
My diamonds so glossy, this girl is so bad (bad)
Her n*gga keep callin (callin), he gone beat her ass
Its about to go down, turn around let me ram
Her pus*y so wet, I'm about to go ham (Kets get it)
I got a reputation all these hoes know who I am (Crispy)
Can't have you sayin to yo friends my di*k wouldn;t good
I'll be damned (Can't have that)
I be talkin sh*t while Im in it
Pull yo hair while I'm hittin it (Okay)
I'm the backshot god this is greatness you witnessin
Doughboyz
[Hook]
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