slumptherula - backdoor Lyrics

Ha
Uh, uh
Yeah
I'm here to climb your flag

Yeah
Uh
Ha
There you go

You know the cost is to be number one
Your bitch in the back, that suck dick to the sun
Cop me a rollie, get one for my brother
Lil shawny, he up in the back with the gun

Nigga run down, he get beat like a drum
Bitch nigga chattin', he really a bum
I got 250, 250, lil' nigga, I double the dick
Cock that shit with my thumb

Nigga, high five, take the wrist
Cartier, all on my wrist
Ha, lil' nigga, some car, take the flip
Lil' nigga can't jump out the porch, he a git

Ha, all of my drip, be legit
Yeah, nigga, top track by the feet
Ha, nigga, you really a bitch
Wait until I let her start talkin' that shit

Far away, I can still get you gone
Lil' nigga, I'm bad to the bone
I got racks, how they callin' my phone
Like, bitch, leave me alone

All I wanted was some chrome
Iont wan fuc gimme dome uggh
All this shit that i own Rich,
Al I wanted was a throne

Bitch, chattin', nigga, you a fan of me
I just want you to keep a band with me
Really thought you was a friend of me
But you can't even show a band to me

Now I gotta keep the can with me
Beat his ass so his fans can see
Chattin' bout a nigga randomly
Nigga, you really a ant to me

Hit me when you make a band on your own
Nigga, you a clown, you dance on your phone
I could see if he was makin' some breakdance and shit
But nigga, you really a clone

Chattin' bout a nigga, if he know you wrong
Nigga, I be makin' bread like I'm grown
Close the back door, you get slimed by your own
Close the back door, you get slimed by your own

Close the back door, you get slimed by your own
Slimed by your own
Slimed by your own
Slimed by your own

Slimed by your own
Limbed by your own
Slimed by your own