DeJ Loaf - Back Up lyrics

rate me

feat. Big Sean

(Intro)

Back up off me, back up off me x 2

(Verse )

Oh yah yah bitch, back up off me

You don't know me, I'm too clean, I'm too holy, bitch I'm godly

I only go for real niggas who don't brag 'bout what they bought me

Cuz they know I got a bag, got’ fuck me up some commas

If I fuck and make you cum, you got to promise not to stress me

Don't be blowing up my phone and don't be leaving voice messages

And I can do you right, I’ll do you better than your exes

I told that nigga to stop it, he was talkin' out his necklace

See the differences with me, I never needed niggas, ever

I'll leave 'em where I met 'em, I ain't tripping off no, ever

Goons in the cut tryna talk you out your necklace

You ever disrespect me, pussy, don't be disrespectful

I said wo, I said I know, I know, I know

He heard ‘bout me, he was waitin' on me at the door

I said wo, yea that mink all on the floor

Used to bust the skatin', six to nine, come in at four

We got glow sticks for you ho chicks, bitch don't act like you don't notice

I'm very antisocial, social network ain't my motion (I don't move like that)

I sure know emotions, niggas, bitches is disgusting

Bananas with the Trojans, pop that pussy for a legend

(Hook)

I said wooo, I said I know, I know, I know

I said bitch back up off me

I said wooo, I said bitch back up off me

I said wooo, yeah get this nigga

I said whoa, ya, ya, bitch back up off me

I said whoa, whoa, ya, ya, bitch back up off me x 3

Back up off me, back up off me, I said bitch back up off me x 3

I said, back up off me, I said bitch back up off me

(Verse)

Back up off me, they want my backs in coffins

Gets so cold in the D and they still they take my jacket off me

Back when I couldn't afford to get it mixed and mastered, homie

My mamma fronted me that money so it's no backup, homie

Bitch so back up off me

Bank account look like a ballot, homie, yea it's checked up

My niggas packin', you get to trippin' and they unpackin', homie

Yea I overdo it, yea that's tailored, homie

Yea I'm overdressed and ain't no salad on me

Me and De together, holy matrimony

Ooh, it's hard to smile and shit

When they ain't free Juan, I got real ones on trial and shit

Fuck all my peers unless we talking bail, island shit

The check is seven figures, I might try and dial the shit

And if I fuck and make you cum, don't be blowin' up my phone

Lately I've been messing with girls who tend to own shit on their own

I turn dusk into dawn, turn my chair to a throne

Fuck her off in the whip, make her take Umber home

Cold to the chromosome, I grew up without a hammock

I did everythin’ except panic, feel me?

Finally Famous to the family

And we expandin' on the top floor like we tannin'

She throwing' tantrums

She goon' hold this dick like a Grammy

I give her bomb D and do damage

She like

(Hook)

(Outro)

Yeah that's right mane

(I said woah, yah yah)

For the city

(Woah, yah yah, bitch back up off me)

You got Queen DeJ, Sean Don, straight up

It's time to boss up on everything, I'm gettin' everything