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Yung Baby Tate

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    Back on my bullshit
    I'm back on my bullshit
    Back on my bullshit
    I'm back on my bullshit
    Back on my bullshit
    I'm back on my bullshit
    Back on my bullshit
    I'm back on my bullshit

    Yeah, mmm
    I'm back on it
    That ass, ooh
    Look fat, don't it? Yeah

    Know you see it pokin' out of the jeans, uh
    Cameras flash when I step on the scene, uh
    I'm a star so I stay on the screen
    I make a nigga hard and I make a bitch cream
    I'm way too sexy, they can't sext me
    Unless they let me see what they checks be
    I need a big, big bag that's hefty
    And make the pussy get wet like jet skis
    Yeah, I know you like that
    And I don't ask where your wife at
    So don't ask 'bout my man
    All you gotta know is that I'm right back

    Back on my bullshit
    I'm back on my bullshit
    Back on my bullshit
    I'm back on my bullshit
    Back on my bullshit
    I'm back on my bullshit
    Back on my bullshit
    I'm back on my bullshit

    I'm back on my BS
    I might send a risky text
    I sent a picture of my legs wide open like a V-neck
    I don't fuck boys and be lone
    That bullshit what I be on
    I'm sucking on that dick just like a granny with no teeth on
    I make a nigga wanna put a ring on it
    Let me teach you somethin', I could put a grade on it
    Pussy like homework
    'Cause he wanna take it back-back to his room then put his name on it
    I make him have a heart attack every time I throw it back
    You don't need to ask 'em out 'cause you know just where I'm at

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    I'm back on my bullshit
    I'm back on my bullshit
    Back on my bullshit
    I'm back on my bullshit
    Back on my bullshit
    I'm back on my bullshit
    Back on my bullshit
    I'm back on my bullshit

    Back up on it
    Back up on it
    Back up on it
    Back up on it
    Back up on it
    Back up on it
    Back, back, back, back

    Back up on it (Back up on it)
    Back up on it (Back up on it)
    Say, "Back, back" (Back, back)
    Back, back (Back, back)
    Say, "Fuck that nigga" (Fuck that nigga)
    Fuck that nigga (Fuck that nigga)
    Now throw it back (Throw it back)
    Throw it back (Throw it back)
    Say, "I'm back on my bullshit" (I'm back on my bullshit)
    Louder! I'm back on my bullshit! (I'm back on my bullshit!)

    Yeah, back on my bullshit
    I'm back on my bullshit
    Back on my bullshit
    I'm back on my bullshit
    Back on my bullshit
    I'm back on my bullshit
    Back on my bullshit
    I'm back on my bullshit

    Ayy, ooh
    Back, back, back
    Ayy, ooh
    Back, back, back

    Back on my BS
    I'm back in my bag
    Cash money takin' over for '19 and '20
    I make a bitch back up that ass
    Ooh, back, back

    I told you I'm back on it
    I notice that you want it
    I might just let you loan it
    But don't act like you own it
    'Cause tonight I invited all of my boyfriends
    Y'all gotta get along and act right
    'Cause you know the state of mind I'm in
    And you know what I'm on
    Ooh, I'm back up on my bullshit
    (You know, you know)
    Don't know why you actin' so surprised
    I don't mind if you play stupid
    (You know, you know)
    All damn day if you like

    'Cause I'm back on my bulli' and I'm never getting off
    Ever since you dropped the ball, I've been feeling so bomb
    Back on my bulli' and I'm never getting off
    Ever since you dropped the ball, I've been feeling so bomb

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