Backdoors & Tracksuits
Backdoors and Tracksuits
I'm reviving that party like a rescue
And I got my little brother on the next tune
When we leave this party that shit gon' be whack dude
I know it
Who my baby gon ball with
Who my nigga gon ball with
DJ Bizzy already know it
Long as he play' Micki they gon' fuck with it
Uh uh uuh uh
I ain't seen my dawg
In a minute man it's been a while
I'ma take him to New York or something
I'ma put him in Dior or something
Cop it then we on to the next one
Made it out the mud we enjoying all the extras
All I ever wanted was my family in a mansion
Fake friends I remember they were laughing
Now they go
Who that nigga in my view
Ouh damn Micki is that you
Damn my nigga you smooth
What was it that you do
And what do I got to do to become just like you
Man I been trynna buy that tracksuit
You had it first now I got to respect you
I don't need to impress no one
I don't need to put a designer on my shoulder
Denn ich mein billig oder teuer ist doch egal
Alles was ich feier zieh' ich an
Step out fresh as hell and don't stunt
Always told you I was gonna be some'
Backdoors and Tracksuits
I'm reviving that party like a rescue
And I got my little brother on the next tune
When we leave this party that shit gon' be whack dude
I know it
Who my baby gon ball with
Who my nigga gon ball with
DJ Bizzy already know it
Long as he play' Micki they gon' fuck with it
Uh uh uuh uh
Uh uh uuh uh
Yeah
I'm reviving that party like a rescue
And I got my little brother on the next tune
When we leave this party that shit gon' be whack dude
I know it
Who my baby gon ball with
Who my nigga gon ball with
DJ Bizzy already know it
Long as he play' Micki they gon' fuck with it
Uh uh uuh uh
I ain't seen my dawg
In a minute man it's been a while
I'ma take him to New York or something
I'ma put him in Dior or something
Cop it then we on to the next one
Made it out the mud we enjoying all the extras
All I ever wanted was my family in a mansion
Fake friends I remember they were laughing
Now they go
Who that nigga in my view
Ouh damn Micki is that you
Damn my nigga you smooth
What was it that you do
And what do I got to do to become just like you
Man I been trynna buy that tracksuit
You had it first now I got to respect you
I don't need to impress no one
I don't need to put a designer on my shoulder
Denn ich mein billig oder teuer ist doch egal
Alles was ich feier zieh' ich an
Step out fresh as hell and don't stunt
Always told you I was gonna be some'
Backdoors and Tracksuits
I'm reviving that party like a rescue
And I got my little brother on the next tune
When we leave this party that shit gon' be whack dude
I know it
Who my baby gon ball with
Who my nigga gon ball with
DJ Bizzy already know it
Long as he play' Micki they gon' fuck with it
Uh uh uuh uh
Uh uh uuh uh
Yeah
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Writer(s): Michael Müller
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