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Rod Wave - Back Lit Lyrics



Rod Wave - Back Lit Lyrics
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Uh, uh
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Yeah, yeah
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Oh, oh
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Yeah, yeah
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(Oh my God, Ronny)
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If you ain't tryna get no paper, then stay the f*ck from 'round me (yeah)
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Bought a brand new Bentley, sent the pictures to the county (yeah)
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I don't want no friends, evidently I just want the cash (money)
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I been shittin' on these niggas bad, got these niggas mad
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She want Prada, she want new Chanel, she ain't cheap
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She want Louis V, she want Gallery, Van Cleef (yeah, yeah)
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What you know about it? I ain't know about it 'til you told me
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Spend that shit, know I spend that shit, you don't owe me
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Look, and I been had my stripes (yeah, yeah)
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I've been thuggin' all my life (yeah, yeah)
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I've been hustlin' all my life (yeah, yeah)
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I've been druggin' all my life (yeah, yeah)
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I've been chasin' after that paper (yeah, yeah)
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Runnin' all my life
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Runnin' all my life, yeah (I been runnin')
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Okay, I've been gettin' paid every way, tryna get it right (yeah, yeah)
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I just hit the stage, forty days and forty nights
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Tired for real (yeah), grindin' for real (yeah)
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They say his heart is broken, but his mind on them M's (frrt)
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Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay
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Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay (ah, ah, okay)
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Get out your feelings and get in your bag (yeah)
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Get out your feelings and get you a bag (yeah)
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Get out your feelings and go get the bag (yeah)
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Get out your feelings and-
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Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
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Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay (frrt, beep)
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Get out your feelings and get you a bag
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Get out your feelings and run up a bag
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Got out my feelings and got in my bag
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Got in my- I'm back in my bag
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Yeah, back in my bag (yeah, yeah)
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Uh, uh, back in my bag (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
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Back in my back (yeah, yeah)
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Back in my bag (yeah, yeah)
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And nigga, I'm so for real, nigga, this growth for real (for real)
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I won't say I'm finally healed, but nigga, I'm tryna heal (yeah, yeah)
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I just pulled up on my nigga Jigga like, "Brother we them niggas for real" (for real, brother)
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I got fifty million for real (for real, brother), we come out the trenches for real (yeah)
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F*ck keepin' tabs on a bitch, f*ck how these niggas'll feel (how they feel, yeah)
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Just jumped off the jet on the way to the fight, we out here livin' for real (yeah, yeah)
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Thank God for my freedom and my life, wish all my niggas was here (free my brother)
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For my nigga TWeezie, I roll one twice and I crack a seal
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Okay, I've been gettin' paid every way, tryna get it right (yeah, yeah)
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I just hit the stage, forty days and forty nights (yeah, yeah)
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Tired for real (Say, tired), grindin' for real (bitch, I grind)
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They say his heart is broken, but his mind on them M's (oh, it's on my mind)
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Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay (my bag, my bag, okay)
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Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay (okay, okay, okay, okay)
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Get out your feelings and get in your bag (yeah, yeah)
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Get out your feelings and get you a bag (go get it)
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Get out your feelings and go get a bag (yeah)
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Get out your feelings and- (frrt, beep, beep)
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Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
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Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
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Get out your feelings and get you a bag
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Get out your feelings and run up a bag
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Got out my feelings and got in my bag
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Got in my-, I'm back in my bag
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Uh, uh
+
Yeah, yeah
+
Oh, oh
+
Yeah, yeah
+
(Oh my God, Ronny)
+
If you ain't tryna get no paper, then stay the f*ck from 'round me (yeah)
+
Bought a brand new Bentley, sent the pictures to the county (yeah)
+
I don't want no friends, evidently I just want the cash (money)
+
I been shittin' on these niggas bad, got these niggas mad
+
She want Prada, she want new Chanel, she ain't cheap
+
She want Louis V, she want Gallery, Van Cleef (yeah, yeah)
+
What you know about it? I ain't know about it 'til you told me
+
Spend that shit, know I spend that shit, you don't owe me
+
Look, and I been had my stripes (yeah, yeah)
+
I've been thuggin' all my life (yeah, yeah)
+
I've been hustlin' all my life (yeah, yeah)
+
I've been druggin' all my life (yeah, yeah)
+
I've been chasin' after that paper (yeah, yeah)
+
Runnin' all my life
+
Runnin' all my life, yeah (I been runnin')
+
Okay, I've been gettin' paid every way, tryna get it right (yeah, yeah)
+
I just hit the stage, forty days and forty nights
+
Tired for real (yeah), grindin' for real (yeah)
+
They say his heart is broken, but his mind on them M's (frrt)
+
Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay
+
Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay (ah, ah, okay)
+
Get out your feelings and get in your bag (yeah)
+
Get out your feelings and get you a bag (yeah)
+
Get out your feelings and go get the bag (yeah)
+
Get out your feelings and-
+
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
+
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay (frrt, beep)
+
Get out your feelings and get you a bag
+
Get out your feelings and run up a bag
+
Got out my feelings and got in my bag
+
Got in my- I'm back in my bag
+
Yeah, back in my bag (yeah, yeah)
+
Uh, uh, back in my bag (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
Back in my back (yeah, yeah)
+
Back in my bag (yeah, yeah)
+
And nigga, I'm so for real, nigga, this growth for real (for real)
+
I won't say I'm finally healed, but nigga, I'm tryna heal (yeah, yeah)
+
I just pulled up on my nigga Jigga like, "Brother we them niggas for real" (for real, brother)
+
I got fifty million for real (for real, brother), we come out the trenches for real (yeah)
+
F*ck keepin' tabs on a bitch, f*ck how these niggas'll feel (how they feel, yeah)
+
Just jumped off the jet on the way to the fight, we out here livin' for real (yeah, yeah)
+
Thank God for my freedom and my life, wish all my niggas was here (free my brother)
+
For my nigga TWeezie, I roll one twice and I crack a seal
+
Okay, I've been gettin' paid every way, tryna get it right (yeah, yeah)
+
I just hit the stage, forty days and forty nights (yeah, yeah)
+
Tired for real (Say, tired), grindin' for real (bitch, I grind)
+
They say his heart is broken, but his mind on them M's (oh, it's on my mind)
+
Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay (my bag, my bag, okay)
+
Got out my feelings and got in my bag, okay (okay, okay, okay, okay)
+
Get out your feelings and get in your bag (yeah, yeah)
+
Get out your feelings and get you a bag (go get it)
+
Get out your feelings and go get a bag (yeah)
+
Get out your feelings and- (frrt, beep, beep)
+
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
+
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
+
Get out your feelings and get you a bag
+
Get out your feelings and run up a bag
+
Got out my feelings and got in my bag
+
Got in my-, I'm back in my bag
+
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Writer: Rodarius Green, Ronald Spence Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Performed by: Rod Wave
From Album: Nostalgia
Written by: Rodarius Green, Ronald Spence Jr.
Year: 2023
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