BACH TO BACH (feat. Dave East)

Fabolous

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    They gave me hassle back when we used to capsule crack
    Now I'm shittin' on 'em just to pay them assholes back
    Quarterback life, people wanna pass you sacks
    Matte black maybach, I named it matt hasselbeck
    White 'bach truck, the bounce might flash you back
    Still D.R. e., snoop and dre, classic track (still)
    We done schoolin' niggas, time to throw them tassel caps (real)
    We the tag team that never tongue rassled back

    Ain't goin' back and forth with niggas, I don't battle rap
    Safari air max in the jungle, match with the habitat
    If you need a brick stepped on, I know whеre some kappas at
    Lost homies, twistеd my mental, just gettin' back from that
    If I wrote my life in a book, I bet not a chapter whack
    I don't know where your mouth been, this blunt, I'm not passin' that
    I been on remy, not shorty that make pap' relax
    From trap to rap, we pull up bach to bach, it's a matter of fact

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    Back to back like curry '17, '18
    I figure dolce and gabbana fit better than state greens
    Lay back in the six like I'm drizzy in toronto
    Your bird gave me the box, I ain't have to put on no blindfold
    Logo on the ground when I open the car door
    She talkin' nastier than lil kim on hard core
    The og came home, he mean as a guard dog
    Which one of you 50 boyz I'ma send my lamar for? (uh)
    You give niggas an inch, they take a couple yards more (facts)
    I give 'em game for free that I could really charge for
    Ain't investin' in our business, why you up in ours for?
    Bum-ass nigga, worry 'bout your cup and your cardboard, nigga
    I seen the devil, that just made me talk to God more
    Just prayin' that the plug give me the light like sean paul
    I ain't have to tip her, I could still clip her like paul george
    Give out work like job corp, this life you would die for
    Deals funny as seinfeld, what the fuck would you sign for?
    After you cook and clean it, under the sink is the pine sol
    All these diamonds in my watch got me readin' the time wrong
    Born savage, cause havoc, mob deep, no quiet storm
    And I'm the prodigy, so we mob deep everywhere
    These is Prada, g, I'ma mob deep every pair, yeah
    You know I handle my business, you hear my daughter talk
    Black leather trench, 'bout to cut a nigga water off

    My baby told me to lay back tonight
    Put me in a maybach tonight
    Bet you lil kim fucked in a 600
    Handle it like a real bitch, heather hunter
    My baby told me to lay back tonight
    Put me in a maybach tonight
    Bet you lil kim fucked in a 600
    Handle it like a real bitch, heather hunter

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    Composition: Macintosh Carl Gladstone, Steve Nichol, Jane Eugene, Fabolous, and Jr. David Brewster

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