Backyardigans

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Backyardigans

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[Intro] Burrr Uh, swag Lah, lah, lah, lah! [Verse] Glizzy kiss you like you're under the mistletoe (Mwah) I creep up on that lil' boy on my tippy toes (Creep up) Oh, swag, I'm 'bout to blow, Coca-Cola, when you drop in that Mentos (Fill up) Wipe a boy down, then I wipe down a rental (Wipe it down) Oh, I got two rings, you got no rings just like Eric Bledsoe (Zero) Headshot, leave a boy, man down, crucial (Wlatt) Hundred round look like commercials I put the Off-White on, feel like Virgil (Abloh) Can't fight no fat hoes that wearing girdles (Fat hoes) Swag, compact nine, Taurus, and it's purple (Violet) Big Glock 19, and the clip on it look circle He tried to run, but move like a turtle (Grrrt) I hit the switch, close curtains Thought it was a M16, house burstin' (Grrrt) Walk in your block in my turban Slide on 'em like a serpent (Walk-out) No he ain't seen no surgeon (Nope) I sent him straight to the garden (Soil) I keep the rockets like Harden (And Westbrook) And my shooter givin' deals, fifty percent off your life, it's a bargain I was at church, had the gun in my cardigan (On the inside pocket) I leave a nigga in his backyard like a Backyardigan (Back door) Up the wand like Harry Potter, I'm marvelous Shoot a nigga in the middle of the argument (Boom) He lost his life, it's unfortunate M16 make your house feel like it's in turbulence (Shake it up) And your baby mom so freaky What she did to me is so inappropriate (Wozzles, wozzles) I mix my Sprites with opiates I got killers for associates (Killers) Pull the trigger on the G-23, it keeps firin' (Grrrt) Trappin' for twenty-four seven, not hirin' (No) Oh, swag, it was cold outside, but the forty heat him up just like a island (Gilligan) Big glizzy bust like diamonds Before he hit the ground, already know he's a pack Oh, run away smilin' He get lost, but we find him (Lost) Bullets hit him like a lineman No silencer on my gun, but it still leave a boy silent (Quiet) Made a movie on the opp block, it was violent (Violent) Oh, swag, everybody know I'm a North side tyrant (Bod boy) Bad bitch wanna eat my dick like Trident (Like gum) Opps see me and they frightened (Bitch)

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