BACK 2 BACK
[Intro: kalia]
One, two, three go back to back
He gon' see me runnin' laps
I blew ten bands on Prada bags
What you say? Won't copy that
[Chorus: kalia]
Yeah, she out about it
Girl, I can see you're mad about it
I see it in your eyes, you want me dead
So why you fuck around then?
Girl, why? I can't even lie
I been faking everything about me
Just to show you why, goodbye
[Post-Chorus: kalia]
Okay, like
One, two, three go back to back
He gon' see me runnin' laps
I blew ten bands on Prada bags
What you say? Won't copy that
One, two, three go back to back
He gon' see me runnin' laps
I blew ten bands on Prada bags
What you say? Won't copy that
[Verse 1: Ichigo]
Nah, think she want it bad
Think she'll let me tap that ass
Come on, let me pull on up
C-c-come on, let me pull on up
Nah, think she want it bad
Think she'll let me tap that ass
Come on, let me pull on up
C-c-come on, let me pull on up
Pull up with designer clothes
Your bitch a freaky ho
Time to die, yeah, there she go
Bands on bands, I hope she knows
Pull up with designer clothes
Your bitch a freaky ho
Time to die, yeah, there she go
Bands on bands, I hope she knows
Yeah, we fuckin' up the shit
Private plans and crackin' whips
Yeah, we fuckin' up the shit
Countin' money, layin' bricks
[Verse 2: kalia]
Okay, I fuck it up, I doubled back
They with me doin' couple lines
Bein' honest with you, baby
When I said I loved, I fuckin' lied
Like now, baby, I can't fuck around
Seventeen, I'm makin' deals, fly 'cross the world
Okay, I fuck it up, I doubled back
They with me doin' couple lines
Bein' honest with you, baby
When I said I loved, I fuckin' lied
[Chorus: kalia]
Yeah, she out about it
Girl, I can see you're mad about it
I see it in your eyes, you want me dead
So why you fuck around then?
Girl, why? I can't even lie
I been faking everything about me
Just to show you why, goodbye
[Post-Chorus: kalia]
Okay, like
One, two, three go back to back
He gon' see me runnin' laps
I blew ten bands on Prada bags
What you say? Won't copy that
One, two, three go back to back
He gon' see me runnin' laps
I blew ten bands on Prada bags
What you say? Won't copy that
One, two, three go back to back
He gon' see me runnin' laps
I blew ten bands on Prada bags
What you say? Won't copy that
[Chorus: kalia]
Yeah, she out about it
Girl, I can see you're mad about it
I see it in your eyes, you want me dead
So why you fuck around then?
Girl, why? I can't even lie
I been faking everything about me
Just to show you why, goodbye
[Post-Chorus: kalia]
Okay, like
One, two, three go back to back
He gon' see me runnin' laps
I blew ten bands on Prada bags
What you say? Won't copy that
One, two, three go back to back
He gon' see me runnin' laps
I blew ten bands on Prada bags
What you say? Won't copy that
[Verse 1: Ichigo]
Nah, think she want it bad
Think she'll let me tap that ass
Come on, let me pull on up
C-c-come on, let me pull on up
Nah, think she want it bad
Think she'll let me tap that ass
Come on, let me pull on up
C-c-come on, let me pull on up
Pull up with designer clothes
Your bitch a freaky ho
Time to die, yeah, there she go
Bands on bands, I hope she knows
Pull up with designer clothes
Your bitch a freaky ho
Time to die, yeah, there she go
Bands on bands, I hope she knows
Yeah, we fuckin' up the shit
Private plans and crackin' whips
Yeah, we fuckin' up the shit
Countin' money, layin' bricks
[Verse 2: kalia]
Okay, I fuck it up, I doubled back
They with me doin' couple lines
Bein' honest with you, baby
When I said I loved, I fuckin' lied
Like now, baby, I can't fuck around
Seventeen, I'm makin' deals, fly 'cross the world
Okay, I fuck it up, I doubled back
They with me doin' couple lines
Bein' honest with you, baby
When I said I loved, I fuckin' lied
[Chorus: kalia]
Yeah, she out about it
Girl, I can see you're mad about it
I see it in your eyes, you want me dead
So why you fuck around then?
Girl, why? I can't even lie
I been faking everything about me
Just to show you why, goodbye
[Post-Chorus: kalia]
Okay, like
One, two, three go back to back
He gon' see me runnin' laps
I blew ten bands on Prada bags
What you say? Won't copy that
One, two, three go back to back
He gon' see me runnin' laps
I blew ten bands on Prada bags
What you say? Won't copy that