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[Chorus]Back Back Back Back gimme 50 feetOr I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heatBack Back Back Back gimme 50 feetDon't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to meBack Back Back Back gimme 50 feetCause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' meBack Back Back Back gimme 50 feetGimme 50 feet Gimme 50 feet[Verse 1]Hey here's a little story 'bout a nigga like meI fuck bad broads live large and drive V'sSome say I'm cocky and rude I might beBut nigga fuck you, you ain't got to like meI'm at the bar taking sips of long island ice teaWrist looking' blue or icy I'm priceyBitch niggas mean mugging' and starin' all shiestyDon't make me pepper spray your face have you lookin' all spicyCause I know you niggas hatin' and want to fight meThinking I'm all Hollywood like Spike LeeThinking I'ma steal you and fuck up your white TWhen I catch you in your jaw I'ma fuck up your white teethBut nigga I be ready to scuffle like dice peatAnd ya'll walkin' outta this tussle ain't likelyI hope you boys ready to rumble I'm quite deepLetras de cancionesAnd I ain't friendly but I'ma tell you politely[Chorus][Verse 2]Say I'm the type of cat when I pull up in the placeyou hatas like a blow job put it in they faceI buy the goochie shoes matching belt lookin' greatDubs sounding cool you can tell I'm pushin' weightsCourtier full of flakes snow storms in the peaksHoe taming nigga keep my bitch on a leashYou the typa cat that'll chase a chick for weeksThen try to box a nigga when you hear he hit your freakBut playa don't you know you outta line that shit is weakAnd fightin' over broads will get you killed up in these streetsYou running round here plexin' always thinking shit is sweetThen have the nerve to wonder why them bullets hit ya cheekThen want to step to me talkin' but (Oh you foul!)All up in my face talking bout (You hit my gal)!I'm looking at him stupid like man this shit is wildYou better give me space asshole I ain't ya pal[Chorus][Verse 3]I keep my game on face when I'm riding on chopsStraight gorilla pimp don't even wave to the bopsLookin' like a snail crawlin' slow through the lotFist full of grain other hand on the glockCause when you want fee jackers want what you gotThat's why I stay ready with the inferred dotThe first one to jump is the first getting shotPut the beam on his head then I take off his blockYou love to rob O like take off you rocksTake off your shoes playa take off your socksBut I'm the type of cat before I take off my watchAim at your chest and try to take off you heartYou know how I do playa shake off tha marksHit him with the big guns that take off a partChest lookin' like he been ate by a sharkBitch you better mind stay in line play it smart[Chorus till end] From Letras Mania