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EST Gee – Lick Back Remix Lyrics


Throw the hood up and then we skirt off

Sliding in that Trackhawk all my jewelry on, my shirt off

Turn the phone on DND, on silent, all alerts off

This a fast car, but I’m moving slow, I like my syrup raw

Every n**** ’round me shoot that yeek and get they merch off

I don’t bark, I bite, I got more paper than yo big dawg

Wanna change yo life, my best advice, a brick of fentanyl

This bitch type is wife, I might just let the condom slip off

Ain’t too many like me, 99% of them rip offs

On point even at her spot, I never take my kicks off

Ask my opps how it feel to wake up daily and get shit on

You get in yo feelings and make diss songs

I make at yo people’s house outside shooting they blicks homes

And I’m still good on every block I used to knock P’s on

Boss, I get you chopped, my name ain’t something that you should speak on

Pulled out twenty something, just to let Johnny put my teeth on

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My money ten feet tall, but I ain’t something you should shoot at

Kill something, you won’t lock in with us, I thought you knew that

My plug drove the load in on the truck, next day he flew back

I talk so much shit, I need a Tic Tac

I got five thousand for you, help me set this wolf trap

Spotted a new strand smoking yo man, this here a wolf pack

Up on the scoreboard, we still active like we don’t get back

Only thing gon’ take that pain away is if you get racks

Forever get my lick back

Sucking this bitch titty like I’m tryna get some syrup out it

Opps shot at me ten years ago, n***** still getting murked ’bout it

I put on so many white diamonds made a snow bunny get cockeyed

Slime that bitch out to my crew hoe got crossed out

I bet you I piss out codeine, bitch gon’ kiss it it’s a blessing

Bust down on my freak because she suck it excellent

Certified steppa bust yo head and pull a hamstring

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Cocaine so pure, sell it re-up on the airplane

Murder red diamond on my pinky ring

Sixty six murders on my tennis chain

Back and fourth, y’all playing tennis games

Racks I’m out the credit game

I got more millions of followers n****, I’ma big dog

I dropped few dollars on Cuban links real fentanyl

I got my main bitch watered down like a fish bowl

Bitch just went to sucking, I couldn’t even get the TEC out (What you tell her?)

I just went to bussing, he couldn’t even get the vest out (What you said?)

I just got so mad I went and did a drill in my red eye (What you said?)

Showed the bitch a Honda she ain’t never seen a dead eye (Yeah)

All these diamond chains that bitch thought I had my shirt on (Pluto)

At the laundromat washing the money getting the dog off

All this food turn a weed spot into a dog house

Might just fuck a famous bitch in the bathroom at Walmart (King Pluto)

I don’t hit so many n*****’ wives I need a ballpark

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Before I marry this bitch, rather give a mil’ to my mother

Took her off the jet then I had added on my father

I been dodging all these nasty hoes like a Charger

Yeah so much paper, I bribe fate to hold my karma

My cards worldwide if I die I’m immortal

He snaked me, ain’t phase me, my lick back harder

I’m seeing washer and my hands dirty streets scarred us

Making this money remain flawless, I promise

I’m no star I’m much more, I’m enormous

Every time they try and slide I swear to god we spin back

Forever getting my lick back

Yeah yeah

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