Tag: Big Backwood


Juice WRLD – That’s a 50 Lyrics




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[Intro: Juice WRLD]
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh (Oh, oh)
Oh, ho (Oh)
Yeah

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Bank account on 50 (Uh)
My clip hold like 50 (Uh)
That’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh)
Bank account on 50 (Uh)
My clip hold like 50 (Uh)
That’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah, yeah), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah, yeah)
Groupies showin’ me love, they in the crowd showin’ me they titties (Uh, huh)
If it ain’t about the money, then fuck it, get to the nitty gritty (Uh, huh)
Bank account on 50 (Uh, huh)
My clip hold like 50 (Uh, huh)
That’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh, huh), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
Bank account on 50
I ain’t talkin’ 50 thousand
I get your girl so damn wet, her pussy like a fountain
In the club I got my .40, nigga, fuck a bouncer
That lil’ bitch a basketball the way her ass be bouncin’
Ya dig, the lil’ bitch gon’ swallow my kids
If you fuck with me, or with my money
I promise you we gon’ be up in your crib
Uh, yeah, we runnin’ in your shit, no runnin’ out
Yeah, my money long, it ain’t no runnin’ out
Run it up, run it up, on they ass
Get the cash, secure the bag, secure the bag, make it fast
Chi-Town put it on the map, put it on the map like a Jordan fan
Choppa like a fan, burn ’em like a tan
Bro gon’ kill your mans (Ah)
So I ain’t gon’ fight your man
It’s a wrap when I come through, no saran
I’ma pull his bitch like a card from a poker hand
Bullets flyin’, make ’em dance
Hokey Pokey on they ass

[Chorus: Juice WRLD & Playboi Carti]
Bank account on 50
My clip hold like 50
That’s a fuckin’ titty, that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh)
Bank account on 50
My clip hold like 50
That’s a fuckin’ titty, that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh, yeah)
Groupies showin’ me love (What up), they in the crowd showin’ me they titties (Uh, hold up, yeah)
If it ain’t about the money, then fuck it, get to the nitty gritty (Uh)
Bank account on 50 (Uh, I put them racks up)
My clip hold like 50 (Uh, I put them racks up)
That’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh, I got a bag), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
50 round drum gon’ burst
Double Cs all on her purse
Ain’t tryna fuck with no Perky
Bitch can’t fuck on the Perk
Big Backwood that sherbet
Smokin’ that herb
I dress like this on purpose
You know I got work
Ridin’ ’round town with the Birkin
.38 Glock
Ridin’ ’round town with a Birkin
Watch your motherfuckin’ flop
Don’t fuck with no cops
Never can’t fuck with no cop
Poppin’, gon’ shoot at a cop
Poppin’, gon’ shoot at a opp
Beanbags all I did
Like a motherfuckin’ lot
Wanna’ try me and my friend?
Get hit off the block
Hellcat ridin’ ’round the block (Slatt)
Juice spit [?] get popped (Yeah)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD &Playboi Carti]
Bank account on 50
My clip hold like 50 (Hold up, yeah)
That’s a fuckin’ titty, that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh)
Bank account on 50 (I put them racks up)
My clip hold like 50 (I put them racks up)
That’s a fuckin’ titty (I got a bag), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh)
Groupie showin’ me love, they in the crowd showin’ me they titties (Uh)
If it ain’t about the money, then fuck it, get to the nitty gritty (Uh)
Bank account on 50 (Uh)
My clip hold like 50 (Uh)
That’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah)




Moneybagg Yo – No Filter Lyrics




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[Intro]
Tay Keith, this too hard, Tay Keith, this too hard
Hey

[Chorus]
We got loads like a Mexican (A1)
Good dope, I recommend (Yup)
In the mix so you know I blend (Turn up)
FaceTime Gates, bitch, we in
Henny get her open, then that pussy, she poppin’ it
We be at it like a porno, ask about me, I’m choppin’ shit
When it’s up there then it’s stuck there, ain’t no way you can stop the shit
Off the road to the hood, my lil’ niggas been droppin’ shit
I’m talkin’ with no filter (Yeah)
Sucked on me then I kissed her (Mwah)
She ain’t shit with no filter (Nope)
Big Backwood got no filter (Go up)

[Verse 1]
They be on me, I don’t do the choosing
Fucking on twins, this shit get confusing
Bitches be low-key junkies, beggin’
How you turn me down knowin’ you ready?
Tax time, you couldn’t wait to get heavy
Ran through it, now you broke like the levee
Shit kinda old, you really just reachin’
Alexa, play Rocko, “We Ain’t Goin’ Steady” (At all)
Red bottom my slippers (They slimy)
I can’t help but bleed in ’em, crime scene in ’em
Hibachi my drip (My drip)
These here Japanese denim, plenty cheese in ’em
What’s a drink infection?
A double cup, fill this shit up with OZ’s in it
Her pussy was fat but she anorexic
Then she wipe her eyes when I skeet in ’em (Woah)
No question what NuNu gon’ do (Why?)
I can vouch for my lil’ fool (Sing it)
I’m at a warehouse with dope in the tool
I get it back then I’m bustin’ a move (Score)

[Chorus]
We got loads like a Mexican (A1)
Good dope, I recommend (Yup)
In the mix so you know I blend (Turn up)
FaceTime Gates, bitch, we in
Henny get her open, then that pussy, she poppin’ it
We be at it like a porno, ask about me, I’m choppin’ shit
When it’s up there then it’s stuck there, ain’t no way you can stop the shit
Off the road to the hood, my lil’ niggas been droppin’ shit
I’m talkin’ with no filter (Yeah)
Sucked on me then I kissed her (Mwah)
She ain’t shit with no filter (Nope)
Big Backwood got no filter (Go up)

[Verse 2]
Me goin’ broke, that’s highly unlikely
Came with you, but lookin’ ’round here, this ho like me
She go both ways, her friend like her wifey
Ayy, let’s have a triple threat, meds that excite me
Coupe do the dash, I vanish (I’m gone)
Might have a warrant, outstanding (I don’t know)
You see the laws, don’t panic (Don’t do that)
Watchin’ them babies, no nanny (Stay focused)
Turkey bag, it ain’t a sack good (Sack)
Tryna fit an ounce in a Backwood (Never)
Got a church girl hollerin’ Bread Gang (Hah)
She ain’t seen the slums but she act hood (Act like)
Gangster and you knew that
Know you wanna walk up, don’t do that
Big old diamonds, where my tooth at?
AMG Benz, I just coupe that
I just blew that while you do that
Hit my label then recoup that (Right back)
Can’t nobody stop me from poppin’ it
I drop a money bag on an opposite, hey

[Chorus]
We got loads like a Mexican (A1)
Good dope, I recommend (Yup)
In the mix so you know I blend (Turn up)
FaceTime Gates, bitch, we in
Henny get her open, then that pussy, she poppin’ it
We be at it like a porno, ask about me, I’m choppin’ shit
When it’s up there then it’s stuck there, ain’t no way you can stop the shit
Off the road to the hood, my lil’ niggas been droppin’ shit
I’m talkin’ with no filter (Yeah)
Sucked on me then I kissed her (Mwah)
She ain’t shit with no filter (Nope)
Big Backwood got no filter (Go up)