BackDoor
Move ya self and lose control
Dance on me what's in yo soul
Holy smoke wit holy ghosts
From the Uber to the floor
Don't put up with slacking I'm Dropping old habits and every distraction like it's a bad Bag of dope
Take a look at this pocket you thinking I'm walking around with a cantaloupe
I smell like gelato I like my nose in between thighs and her pantyhose
But not just any though
Messing around with these hoes need a antidote
If I was the preacher my service on Sunday I'm bringing my stick
Hallowed be thy name, Deliver from evil Matthew chapt. 6
Still at my pace while they come and go I guess they wanted it quick
Shit, I been would've quit but I can't stop imagining Ma witta switch
In the mirror I can see myself proof God exist
Understand allah this overdue checking off rest of my list
Went through a crucifix left me a permanent mark on my wrist
But Coming back stronger than ever that's something I couldn't resist
Couldn't resist had to come back and put 16 on it
No longer yo kickstand yo ahh can't lean on me
Scheming on a bag of money coming through the backdoor I ain't asking nothing
I'm in, no discussion from head to toe when you hit the door just
Move ya self and lose control
Dance on me what's in yo soul
Holy smoke wit holy ghosts
From the Uber to the floor
Dance on me what's in yo soul
Holy smoke wit holy ghosts
From the Uber to the floor
Don't put up with slacking I'm Dropping old habits and every distraction like it's a bad Bag of dope
Take a look at this pocket you thinking I'm walking around with a cantaloupe
I smell like gelato I like my nose in between thighs and her pantyhose
But not just any though
Messing around with these hoes need a antidote
If I was the preacher my service on Sunday I'm bringing my stick
Hallowed be thy name, Deliver from evil Matthew chapt. 6
Still at my pace while they come and go I guess they wanted it quick
Shit, I been would've quit but I can't stop imagining Ma witta switch
In the mirror I can see myself proof God exist
Understand allah this overdue checking off rest of my list
Went through a crucifix left me a permanent mark on my wrist
But Coming back stronger than ever that's something I couldn't resist
Couldn't resist had to come back and put 16 on it
No longer yo kickstand yo ahh can't lean on me
Scheming on a bag of money coming through the backdoor I ain't asking nothing
I'm in, no discussion from head to toe when you hit the door just
Move ya self and lose control
Dance on me what's in yo soul
Holy smoke wit holy ghosts
From the Uber to the floor
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Writer(s): Alvin Cooper
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