Got Ya Back

GOT YA BACK LYRICS OUT NOW!!
Lil'Roger-Got Ya Back (ft.Cloud9ine)
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[ Hook ]
Lil'Roger got your back bra
Cloud 9nine got your back bra
Yeah they got you ganged up
We go way way way up
Think we ain't taking your bitch huh?
I got money in the bank
Thousand dollar in my hand
But I gotta confess
[ Verse 1]
I wanna live in a mansion
Talk bout trap my passion
Niggas I gotta a confession
Im so deep in this level
None of you understand it
I rather be called a savage
My life lit like candall
Ain't gott time for some sweggar
I got a beggar to feed
Family hoping me
One day I will be rich
I got a dream to achieve
Wanna be there for my kid
Every night I make kill
Yeah nigga I got griills
I Ain't flexing with lean
Im fucked up wit weed
I never loose a beef
I ain't fucking with shit
Ima be puffing some weed
I Fuck em hoes with no tip
Lil'roger whatcha hear
All these niggas must be sick
All my lines are ill
[ hook ]
Lil'Roger got your back bra
Cloud 9nine got your back bra
Yeah they got you ganged up
We go way way way up
Think we ain't gon take your bitch huh?
I got money in the bank
Thousand dollar in my hand
But I gotta confess
[ Verse]
Im tired of playing X2
Ima give you how you gon think Im saying
One wrongfull information
Thats Confermation
Lil'Roger whatcha see
I say Fuck all wanna bies
Yeah they wanna be me
Im so sad you can't be
You still wanna bies
Watch me go with my Thing
I Got some money to grow
Every night I ain't going out
I don't wanna start a fight
Don't give a fuck who you are
Yeah I got a couple guns
Wanna blow a couple minds
Every fight I survive
This is just like my pride
Don't give a fuck about prize
Yeah I make em do suicide
Yeah nigga you gotta compromise
What's the shit you talk about
Cloud 9ine got my back
Together we superfast
I don't mind if you whack
But This is the ending of you
[ hook ]
Lil'Roger got your back bra
Cloud 9nine got your back bra
Yeah they got you ganged up
We go way way way up
Think we ain't gon take your bitch huh?
I got money in the bank
Thousand dollar in my hand
But I gotta confess
(Verse 3)-Cloud9ine
Gotta tell you some bout me
I confess like a pastor when he preach
My bars are sick they ill
No weapon but I came to kill
Can't see me properly you squint
Her pussy wet I can swim
Never been to jail but still killing beats
Been busy like a bee beggars eating in the streets
Gonna blow your mind