Letra de Pardon My Back - Young Thug

(Feat. Lil Baby)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Me and broski came from the same boat (Skrrt)

We are not beefin' 'cause we hit the same ho

No gay shit, neck full of rainbow (Yeah)

If I hit it, tell the business, you a lame ho (Lame)

Want the money, I ain't in it for the fame, bro (Fame)

Ten M's for the spot, did my thing on it

Still a felon, I can't even put my name on it (Yeah)

Seen her outside with her nigga, made it rain on her

She a part of the brand, put a chain on her

I don't care what they say, they just hatin' on us (Yeah)

Like the Russian mob, I bulletproof the Range Rover

You ain't come to fuck on me? What you came for?

Said she got a price on it, then I'm payin' for it

Went and bought my whole block, I'm the landlord

Real D-boy, mid-top Air Forces

I come straight from out the gutter, now my teeth porcelain

2025 Ferrari, bro, I keep horses

Get rich or die tryin' are my only choices

Concrete jungle, he ain't gettin' no cushion

Hit the ground runnin', I ain't doin' no bullshit

Twenty vibes at a time, nigga, I'm pushin'

White Lamb', black stripes, I am official

Brodie still sell tons, he got four flip phones

I like fuckin', I like fuckin', I'm a nympho (I'm nasty)

Really rich, 220 on a Benzo (Benz)

GT 6-3 with an S on it (S)

I'm a walkin' bank account, I give her check on it (Check)

Stay down, run it up, and then you flex on 'em (Flex)

I can make it rain now until next summer (I swear)

He is not one of us, put an X on him (You dead, lil' boy)

Pardon my back

Pardon my back (Pardon my back)

Pardon my back (Pardon me)

Pardon my back (Yeah)

Nigga, been too big for a jail (Spyda)

Federales on my trail (Woo)

Y'all niggas shoot guns off pills

You steppin'? Nigga, I can't tell

In the hood with a bomb in my Sachs (Sachs)

TEC-9 with the grip on the back (Grrt)

Nigga, play with this shit, he get slapped (Slapped)

Take this bitch out the trench, she adaptin' (Woo)

Princess bitch out Dubai, she was ratchet (Ratchet)

From the hood, we turned rappin' to trappin' (Trappin')

Hundred sticks in this bitch, we Iraqin' (Uh)

How the hell you in jail with the pack in? (Yeah)

Nigga ain't gay, but the Rollie a rainbow

I rock Saint Laurent, they think it's gang clothes (Woo)

Bought the pint, but I hate payin' lames

I told Wham, "Weigh my shit," this how the drank go

Drop his ass, my boy, that's how stains go (Yeah)

I went two-thousand horse on Durango (Hrr)

Pushin' Peter, I need me a Kangol

Ain't a place in America I can't go (Yeah)

Nut in her pussy, then leave her on read (On read)

Give her flowers and then stay 'cause she dead (Shit)

In the 4 with Big Dre and lil' Ced (On 7)

Hit the hood on unc' ass, let's go spray it (Hrrt)

Pussy sayin' he rich, it's a myth (Oh, yeah)

Put on five rings and then let 'em kiss (Mwah)

I'm too rich to respond to a diss (Shit)

Keep it quiet and keep sendin' blitzes (Blitz, grrt)

Pardon my back

Pardon my back (Pardon my back)

Pardon my back (Pardon my)

Pardon my back (Pardon my back)

Pardon my back

Pardon my back (Pardon my back)

Pardon my back

Nigga, pardon my back

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