B Got a Backwood on Her Nightstand Lyrics

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B Got a Backwood on Her Nightstand Lyrics” sung by Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Gunna represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Ski by Young Stoner Life, Young Thug & Gunna.

B Got a Backwood on Her Nightstand Lyrics

Woo
(Tsunami)
Spider, S E X

Yeah, yeah (Woo)
Yeah (Woo), yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

The price I want for a show, you ‘gon need three promoters (Woo)
I got the body from Jim Ellis, but I had switched the motor (Skrrt)
I got these badas b–ches riding ’round this b–ch and they all the coldest (Yeah)
I just told her make a store run (Yeah)
I just bought all the Trojans (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)
I told her stay out my mentions (Yeah)
I told her stop telling everything she seen and told her, “Meet me at the Ritz” (Let’s go)
I got baguettes in the back of my ring and I wasn’t even tryna hit
(Tryna hit, yeah, yeah)
I told her she gotta run through the team before she can talk to the leader
(‘Fore she can talk to the, yeah)
Lamb chop, I just pulled up with some food (Skrrt, skrrt)
I told lil’ mama, “Tie all my shoes” (My shoes)
Showed her two million cash, now she woozy (Woah)
Twenty watches and I’m still snoozin’ (Twenty)
I had came up out the trenches, then I had beat a few bodies like Boosie
(Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woah, woah)
She said, “You murk ’em, I show you my coochie”
I had to sing to this b–ch like lil’ Toosie (Woo)

Yeah, yeah (Woo)
Yeah, yeah (Ski)
Yeah, yeah (Ski)
Yeah, yeah (Let’s go)

B–ch got a Backwood on her nightstand, she must be f–kin’ with Gunna (Yeah, yeah)
I –k with slatts and we come to eat racks and I came with some f–kin’ piranhas (Yeah)

All this Biscotti I got in my ‘Wood, need somebody grow me a tree (Tree)
Came out the hood, now my trunk got a hood, now I crank up the car with no keys
Beat it, she for the street-neet-neets
Only once, she got hit at the ‘spinini
I feel a ‘lil rich this week, to influence my family to not be cheap (Be cheap)
I tote an FN on me, call Neechie-Neech, just a Glocky key
Doin’ one-sixty, he locked in seats
We roll in that coupe with the bucket seats (Bucket seats)
Got out that mud like a football cleat
I used to trap out of that four-door Jeep (Four-door)
Call up the plug and he know what I need (Know what I need)
Stay on her knees so we hardly speak (Hardly speak, yeah)
I’m in New York counting shmoney (Yeah)
Ain’t the stuntman, but I’m stuntin’ (Yeah)
Wunna, these vibes wanna love me (Yeah)
Not wifey, and no lovey-dovey

Yeah, yeah (Woo)
Yeah, yeah (Ski)
Yeah, yeah (Ski)
Yeah, yeah (Let’s go)

B–ch had an Act’ stain on her jeans
I know she f–king with Thugger (Yeah, yeah)
I f–k with slatts and we come to eat racks
And I came with some f–kin’ piranhas (Yeah)

(Tsunami)

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