03 Greedo, Ron-Ron The Producer, Shordie, Wallie the Sensei - Baccstage lyrics
[03 Greedo, Ron-Ron The Producer, Shordie, Wallie the Sensei - Baccstage lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ron-Ron do that shit)
She hit me up, in need for backstage passes
(Beat Boy taught me) she let me hit it from
The back because she nasty
Wanted to fuck since back then
When I ain't have shit
If somebody give us up, can't come back
Bitch lock the door on my dressing room
What we do won't leave from here
Backstage, backstage backstage, backstage
Backstage, tapped out, I give her backshots
Fat face
Blue hundreds in my G-Star button-up
Button down when I'm cuttin' up
If this hottie talk too much
I hurry up and cut her off
Lights on, clothes off with the door locked
Ride dick, ride the wave, make the boat rock
03 got a ho freaky figure four locked
Put it on her scalp like
Some motherfuckin' faux locs
Twistin' up, I'm lifted, it's no intermission
I had to wait here until I was livin'
Each time I hit her
You know we ain't kissin'
She a groupie, I'm a
Nigga, she'll pull through, i'ma hit her
I be booted in the winter
Still goin' up in the summer, though
I'm designer from my garments
To my underclothes
Hurry up and clean up to fuck some other ho
She hit me up, in need for backstage passes
She let me hit it from
The back because she nasty
Wanted to fuck since back then
When I ain't have shit
If somebody give us up, can't come back
Bitch lock the door on my dressing room
What we do won't leave from here
Backstage, backstage
I'm just tryna freak somethin'
She see another nigga, and then she cheat on
She let me hit it, she gon' need a coupon
Girl, that pussy for everyone like a Groupon
So don't you get caught in my dressing room
Eat the pussy, I'm blessing you
Beat it up, I beat it up, she say I killed it
I ain't kill it
Got her stomach like a vegetable
But somehow you still at the show with it
And somehow you still got a ho with it
'Cause you only come to the show
When you know it's a go
Have her fuck on the floor with it
And somehow you still at the show with it
And somehow you still got a ho with it
'Cause you only come to the show
When you know it's a go
Have her fuck on the floor with it ooh, oh
She hit me up, in need for backstage passes
She let me hit it from
The back because she nasty
Wanted to fuck since back then
When I ain't have shit
If somebody give us up, can't come back
Bitch lock the door on my dressing room
What we do won't leave from here
Backstage, backstage
Pull up with my top down
It's too many people in here
I don't know what I did to them
I didn't know who, but I was looking for you
Come fuck with the reason you here
What happens cannot leave from here
Somebody stepped on my shoe
And that's how I bumped into you
Nice to meet you, we
Goin' backstage, like wait, hold up
Bitches be tricky, is you of age?
Let me see, okay, you grown
Turn the lights off
Sensei turn to a Flintstone, bed rock
I'm a dog, give her the Pedigree headlock
You cannot steal my style, bitch
My jacket deadstock bitch, I'm a bad man
Them bitches call me Tarzan
Dark skin with a smile so charming
Could beat 'em on a bad
Day with probably one hand
She hit me up, in need for backstage passes
She let me hit it from
The back because she nasty
Wanted to fuck since back then
When I ain't have shit
If somebody give us up, can't come back
Bitch lock the door on my dressing room
What we do won't leave from here
Backstage, backstage
She hit me up, in need for backstage passes
(Beat Boy taught me) she let me hit it from
The back because she nasty
Wanted to fuck since back then
When I ain't have shit
If somebody give us up, can't come back
Bitch lock the door on my dressing room
What we do won't leave from here
Backstage, backstage backstage, backstage
Backstage, tapped out, I give her backshots
Fat face
Blue hundreds in my G-Star button-up
Button down when I'm cuttin' up
If this hottie talk too much
I hurry up and cut her off
Lights on, clothes off with the door locked
Ride dick, ride the wave, make the boat rock
03 got a ho freaky figure four locked
Put it on her scalp like
Some motherfuckin' faux locs
Twistin' up, I'm lifted, it's no intermission
I had to wait here until I was livin'
Each time I hit her
You know we ain't kissin'
She a groupie, I'm a
Nigga, she'll pull through, i'ma hit her
I be booted in the winter
Still goin' up in the summer, though
I'm designer from my garments
To my underclothes
Hurry up and clean up to fuck some other ho
She hit me up, in need for backstage passes
She let me hit it from
The back because she nasty
Wanted to fuck since back then
When I ain't have shit
If somebody give us up, can't come back
Bitch lock the door on my dressing room
What we do won't leave from here
Backstage, backstage
I'm just tryna freak somethin'
She see another nigga, and then she cheat on
She let me hit it, she gon' need a coupon
Girl, that pussy for everyone like a Groupon
So don't you get caught in my dressing room
Eat the pussy, I'm blessing you
Beat it up, I beat it up, she say I killed it
I ain't kill it
Got her stomach like a vegetable
But somehow you still at the show with it
And somehow you still got a ho with it
'Cause you only come to the show
When you know it's a go
Have her fuck on the floor with it
And somehow you still at the show with it
And somehow you still got a ho with it
'Cause you only come to the show
When you know it's a go
Have her fuck on the floor with it ooh, oh
She hit me up, in need for backstage passes
She let me hit it from
The back because she nasty
Wanted to fuck since back then
When I ain't have shit
If somebody give us up, can't come back
Bitch lock the door on my dressing room
What we do won't leave from here
Backstage, backstage
Pull up with my top down
It's too many people in here
I don't know what I did to them
I didn't know who, but I was looking for you
Come fuck with the reason you here
What happens cannot leave from here
Somebody stepped on my shoe
And that's how I bumped into you
Nice to meet you, we
Goin' backstage, like wait, hold up
Bitches be tricky, is you of age?
Let me see, okay, you grown
Turn the lights off
Sensei turn to a Flintstone, bed rock
I'm a dog, give her the Pedigree headlock
You cannot steal my style, bitch
My jacket deadstock bitch, I'm a bad man
Them bitches call me Tarzan
Dark skin with a smile so charming
Could beat 'em on a bad
Day with probably one hand
She hit me up, in need for backstage passes
She let me hit it from
The back because she nasty
Wanted to fuck since back then
When I ain't have shit
If somebody give us up, can't come back
Bitch lock the door on my dressing room
What we do won't leave from here
Backstage, backstage