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Back End Video (MV)




Performed By: Dope Truth
Language: English
Length: 2:24
Written by: Stanley Jean-Louis
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Dope Truth - Back End Lyrics




I need it all up front, f*ck a back end, back end back end, yeah

Need it all up front, ain't waitin' on no back end never heard of him, jitt keep talkin' bout tap in benz truck
Big body, shit, it's hard for me to back end wet him up no face, yeah its dead for the casket
Fell in love with gettin' money, shit, it turned into a habit I done f*cked all her friends, now she callin' me a savage

Savage, savage, savage, savage, savage, savage, savage, savage
I'm out the way for a reason Catch me in traffic, I'm cuttin' in wheels
I don't do no policing Got you a man, then we can keep secrets
I put some bread on the table the family straight Come get you a plate

All of the stones, it's flawless Vs, diamonds, they gotta hate
I'm on an island, I'm sippin' mojitos Duckin the cameras, I can't be on cheetahs
Thinking bout leaven I'm buyin' some purses Might do Chanel, might do the Birkin
Top shot on all them niggas dead flies Get the drop, drop a bag, make him camp out

Can't name you a foreign that we ain't got Good girl, when she f*ck, turn to a thot
When she askin' all them questions, make a nigga hot Too active, I ain't sleepin' at a bitch spot
Quickest way to get a ex, nigga, exed out Got pressure on his chest, tell him pop out
Doin' numbers on a daily shit, I'm tapped out Pull up, street sweeper, I'll clear it out

Got plugs, different cities you don't know about Twin lightskin, bitches call him tater tots
Need it all up front, ain't waitin' on no back end never heard of him, jitt keep talkin' bout tap in benz truck
Big body, shit, it's hard for me to back end wet him up, no face, yeah its dead for the casket
Fell in love with gettin' money, shit, it turned to a habit I done f*cked all her friends, now she callin' me a savage

Savage, savage, savage, savage, savage, savage, savage
I'm out the way for a reason Catch me in traffic, I'm cuttin' and weavin
I don't do no policing Got you a man, then we can keep secrets
I put some bread on the table, the family straight Come get you a plate

All of the stones is flawless Vs diamonds they gotta hate
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English

I need it all up front, f*ck a back end, back end back end, yeah

Need it all up front, ain't waitin' on no back end never heard of him, jitt keep talkin' bout tap in benz truck
Big body, shit, it's hard for me to back end wet him up no face, yeah its dead for the casket
Fell in love with gettin' money, shit, it turned into a habit I done f*cked all her friends, now she callin' me a savage

Savage, savage, savage, savage, savage, savage, savage, savage
I'm out the way for a reason Catch me in traffic, I'm cuttin' in wheels
I don't do no policing Got you a man, then we can keep secrets
I put some bread on the table the family straight Come get you a plate

All of the stones, it's flawless Vs, diamonds, they gotta hate
I'm on an island, I'm sippin' mojitos Duckin the cameras, I can't be on cheetahs
Thinking bout leaven I'm buyin' some purses Might do Chanel, might do the Birkin
Top shot on all them niggas dead flies Get the drop, drop a bag, make him camp out

Can't name you a foreign that we ain't got Good girl, when she f*ck, turn to a thot
When she askin' all them questions, make a nigga hot Too active, I ain't sleepin' at a bitch spot
Quickest way to get a ex, nigga, exed out Got pressure on his chest, tell him pop out
Doin' numbers on a daily shit, I'm tapped out Pull up, street sweeper, I'll clear it out

Got plugs, different cities you don't know about Twin lightskin, bitches call him tater tots
Need it all up front, ain't waitin' on no back end never heard of him, jitt keep talkin' bout tap in benz truck
Big body, shit, it's hard for me to back end wet him up, no face, yeah its dead for the casket
Fell in love with gettin' money, shit, it turned to a habit I done f*cked all her friends, now she callin' me a savage

Savage, savage, savage, savage, savage, savage, savage
I'm out the way for a reason Catch me in traffic, I'm cuttin' and weavin
I don't do no policing Got you a man, then we can keep secrets
I put some bread on the table, the family straight Come get you a plate

All of the stones is flawless Vs diamonds they gotta hate
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Writer: Stanley Jean-Louis
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