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Backyard
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Backyard est sorti le 15 mars 2013 par RBC Records dans le cadre de l'album East Atlanta Memphis
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Date de sortie15 mars 2013
LabelRBC Records
LangueEnglish
Qualité mélodique
Acoustique
Valence
Dansabilité
Énergie
BPM123

Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Gucci Mane
Gucci Mane
Rap
Young Dolph
Young Dolph
Rap
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Adolph Robert Thornton Jr.
Adolph Robert Thornton Jr.
Composition
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
C Note
C Note
Production

Paroles

The commission
Uh (Honorable C-Note)
What's happening? (Holiday season!)
What's happening?
Me too (Ha ha)
What's happening, shawty?
Backyard...
Ha ha
Got so tough for a rainy day
Got money stashed in my momma's backyard
Got a bag of money hid away
I got it stashed in my momma's backyard (What's up, Dolph?)
A **** play with my money he ain't here today
The **** dead in my momma's backyard (Damn)
Can't forget the place that I hid in the safe
I got it stashed in my momma's backyard
Been a player with the pay yeah
Started with a baby
Trap going crazy do a 100k a day yeah
I'm a survivor, race car driver
I'm drinking on mollies mixed with tranquilizers
I shoot at my rivals
I race for your title
I'm the African-American idol
Your bitch on powder, a good dick rider
She sucked it all night then cooked the eggs sunny-side up
Been gambling 2 days, poker money done piled up
Tote extendo clips like the police allow us
No I.O.U.s I don't fuck with them vowels
I'm sweatin backstage I'm in need of a towel (Kinky!)
Me and Lil Wayne been up 72 hours
Remember I was broke, I used to wish of a prowler
My jewels so cold that my ring drew a crowd up
I told her when she suck my dick to do the shit louder
My mouth too foul and it need to get milder
My verse is killing yours, imagination more wilder
Deep dish rim I can fit in a child
Pedophile dope, price is 14 5's
And the dope so good it'll bring you some power
50 bags of OG, I don't fuck with the sour
Got so tough for a rainy day
Got money stashed in my momma's backyard (Holiday Season, ****)
Got a bag of money hid away
I got it stashed in my momma's backyard (What's up, Dolph?)
A **** play with my money he ain't here today
The **** dead in my momma's backyard (Damn)
Can't forget the place that I hid in the safe
I got it stashed in my momma's backyard
Been a player with the pay yeah
Started with a baby
Trap going crazy do a 100k a day yeah
(It's Dolph!)
My bitch bad, my money long
My weed loud, my team strong
I ain't rolling up unless it's strong
My ice bright, your bitch nice
That's why I invited her to spend the night
My Glock black and my coupe too
I drive these bitches coocoo
I ain't never ever ever love these hoes
I just wanna smoke my weed and sell my dope
Count six figures, take care of my folk
They say I leave a loud smell everywhere I go
**** fuck with Gucci I'm sending my little **** to cut off his leg
**** snitch on Daddy-O, you gots to get one in the head
All of my **** from the gutter
I love to fuck her but I don't love her
All of my **** tote big straps, too fresh
We ain't got time for no tussling
I put that on everything I love
Rule number one, ****, show no love
My cuz was a Crip, my plug was a Blood
Everything I got, I got it out the mud
Got so tough for a rainy day
Got money stashed in my momma's backyard
Got a bag of money hid away
I got it stashed in my momma's backyard (What's up, Dolph?)
A **** play with my money he ain't here today
The **** dead in my momma's backyard (Damn)
Can't forget the place that I hid in the safe
I got it stashed in my momma's backyard
Been a player with the pay yeah
Started with a baby
Trap going crazy do a 100k a day yeah
Holiday season!
Written by: Adolph Robert Thornton Jr., Radric Delantic Davis
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