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Performed By: Supa
Language: English
Length: 1:54
Written by: Dominique Jones




Supa - Back On Lyrics
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The burg is what's I rep
You can see it on my back
My niggas get the cheese
So you know we keep the Mac
Running to the check
Counting stacks not looking back
Yes we run the streets but the streets
Is not a lap
Okay I'm back on
Okay I'm back on
Okay I'm back on
Running up the digits in the trap
With no trap phone
Okay I'm back on
I'm getting to that cheese
I got my Mac on
Perhaps, take it to the deli
That's a wrap song
Them niggas snitchin' in the cell
That's a trap phone
We keep them glizzys wit a dick
Now that's a strap on
We'll light this bitch up
Like a Mac phone
But I love my people and I got they back
Like a back bone
Bone back
Hopping off that two door coupe
You thought it was a demon
Smoking on that gas, eyes red
Like they bleeding
Theses rappers food I'm feenin'
Stomach growling for no reason
We can ball shoot your shot
You know we playing defense
Had to let you know
Let me drive the boat
Yes ima a goat
G.I joe
They can't see me
Come a Lil close
Stand right there
Not too close
Not the north but we tote them poles
Not the north but we tore them poles
Yea
Shine bright like a star
My momma told me to go far
Twist up the blunts no gar
We get high as the plane on Mars
That Audi mar I'm in these cars
They sound like Rara
We drive them fast
I past your ass
We going far far
The burg is what's I rep
You can see it on my back
My niggas get the cheese
So you know we keep the Mac
Running to the check
Counting stacks not looking back
Yes we run the streets but the streets
Is not a lap
Okay I'm back on
Okay I'm back on
Okay I'm back on
Running up the digits in the trap
With no trap phone
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The burg is what's I rep
You can see it on my back
My niggas get the cheese
So you know we keep the Mac
Running to the check
Counting stacks not looking back
Yes we run the streets but the streets
Is not a lap
Okay I'm back on
Okay I'm back on
Okay I'm back on
Running up the digits in the trap
With no trap phone
Okay I'm back on
I'm getting to that cheese
I got my Mac on
Perhaps, take it to the deli
That's a wrap song
Them niggas snitchin' in the cell
That's a trap phone
We keep them glizzys wit a dick
Now that's a strap on
We'll light this bitch up
Like a Mac phone
But I love my people and I got they back
Like a back bone
Bone back
Hopping off that two door coupe
You thought it was a demon
Smoking on that gas, eyes red
Like they bleeding
Theses rappers food I'm feenin'
Stomach growling for no reason
We can ball shoot your shot
You know we playing defense
Had to let you know
Let me drive the boat
Yes ima a goat
G.I joe
They can't see me
Come a Lil close
Stand right there
Not too close
Not the north but we tote them poles
Not the north but we tore them poles
Yea
Shine bright like a star
My momma told me to go far
Twist up the blunts no gar
We get high as the plane on Mars
That Audi mar I'm in these cars
They sound like Rara
We drive them fast
I past your ass
We going far far
The burg is what's I rep
You can see it on my back
My niggas get the cheese
So you know we keep the Mac
Running to the check
Counting stacks not looking back
Yes we run the streets but the streets
Is not a lap
Okay I'm back on
Okay I'm back on
Okay I'm back on
Running up the digits in the trap
With no trap phone
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Writer: Dominique Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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