Wombats

Wombats - Backfire At The Disco (Album Version) lyrics

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(feat. Pusha T, Pharrell)<br />

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[Chorus: Pharrell Williams]<br />

All you little G's please, I carry the ghostmaker<br />

You just a rapper, a yipper, a yapper<br />

When shit get tight you let them boys wire tap ya<br />

Don't wake up with two eyes and two barrels pointing at ya<br />

I keeps the ghostmakers, uh! muhfuckers!<br />

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[Verse 1: Boobonic]<br />

I'm from 6-0, N-e-s-t, OG, A all day<br />

We're the coke fiends, don't fringe<br />

Try to leave, and them bullets gon to spray your way<br />

That barbershop talk'll leave a nigga laid<br />

Cause I cuts on em, straight off the top, no fade<br />

You hating niggaz put the S in Shade<br />

While I picture baby mams in that Escalade<br />

And give em the lean, you acting out your best scene<br />

From the flicks that you grew up watching as a teen<br />

Meanwhile on the block we gets cream<br />

Seen more than most niggaz will ever by sixteen<br />

Tap the work from Pharrell to getting all the fame<br />

40 cal in my Billionaire Boys Club jeans<br />

Back the fuck up chump, you ain't gon spray<br />

The last nigga woulda been 24 today<br />

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[Chorus]<br />

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[Verse 2: Pusha T]<br />

Pusha's in a foreign land wit SeƱorita<br />

White sand beaches with teal two seaters<br />

Niggaz wanna hate like they under white sheet-as<br />

But I'll really put their ass under white sheet-ah<br />

40 calibers delete ya! naptime!<br />

That nine turn that same wave line to flat line<br />

For just the calmest, bitches the fondest<br />

Canary color stones, diamonds look like they sick wit the jaundice<br />

Carefully match my neck like arm is<br />

Flash yellow trying to warn kids<br />

Hammers they could talk least I'll touch the Don kids<br />

We are three kings, y'all niggaz pay homage<br />

EGHCK!! - ghetto Sam Cook<br />

Souls Terror push, my connect look like Pele look<br />

Uh! change my style wit ease, niggaz thieves<br />

Kiss life goodbye now choke on this Desert Ease<br />

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[Chorus]<br />

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[Verse 3: Mr. Man]<br />

Listen up, this is it homes<br />

The ghostmaker in my palm, that I grip on<br />

Shine chrome, wanna live, get ya sprint on<br />

Man it's best you run, like ol' G, Bobby Johnson son<br />

You get ya back treated gangsta<br />

Since a young buck, I had it sewn up<br />

But now I'm grown up, so you can hate that<br />

Or you can roll out, dope - I make that<br />

Used to take that, but show sold out<br />

Wollen Ave. is the place, where we hang out<br />

Shots rang out, pull that thing out<br />

You better bang back, or put you laid back<br />

Cause you ain't wit that, I make you fall flat<br />

Ain't no comin back, how you figure that<br />

Nigga see ya squad, won't support that, snort that<br />

Cause it's raw facts, I'm hooked up wit cats<br />

That will spit the Mac, outta Cadillac, shit like mmmm...<br />

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[Chorus]

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