Edward Skeletrix Back Back Lyrics

[Intro: Edward Skeletrix]
Back back, back back, back back
Back back, back back, back back

[Verse 1: Edward Skeletrix]
Stones in my heart, that's why I f*ck with Medusa
Baby girl, back back, back back, bust that
Stones in my heart from my jeweler
Bad black chick come shoot ya, huh, bad white bitch said, "Toodles"
We beefin', voodoo, Hulu, news
Uh, baby, I just want you, baby, I put him on the news

[Chorus: Edward Skeletrix]
Back back, back back, back back
I can't f*ckin' trust that
In the Prada, Gosha
Baby, I f*ck on you, mm

[Verse 2: Edward Skeletrix]
Baby, she know I'm the man, stay at the Ritz
You mad at me? Don't get mad, get mad at your bitch
Vegas, Florida, casino
Pass, I hear they don't f*ck with my [beno][?]
I just can't stay mad, I just can't stay, [she know][?]
We just had a drop, what the f*ck, he need more?
Really tryna put him on the news, really tryna put him on the news
I got feelings too, back back, okay, back back
Back back, okay, cool, really tryna put him on the news
I'm a villain too, I got feelings too
New York City, movie, I'm tryna play the role, bitch
I got feelings too

[Verse 3: Slime Dollaz]
Hold on, bitch (Slatt, slatt) Gangway, hold on, bitch
I'm walkin' with sticks, I'm walkin' with—
I'm walkin' with sticks, I'm walkin' with—
I'm walkin' with sticks, I'm walkin' with—
Hold up (Yeah)
I'm walkin with sticks, I'm tryna get 'em dipped
I'm tryna get 'em killed 'cause I am a menace
Baby, I'm tatted, baby, I'm a gremlin
Baby, I'm ridin' 'round in my bentley
All these weapons, nigga tryna test me?
Nigga gon' die, nigga, I ain't wrestlin'
Baby, I'm drippin', I got designer
I know you love all my fashion
Baby, I'm conceited, huh
She wanna suck on my wee-wee
Yeah, bae, I be there on the block, I'm sellin' good crack and I'm sellin' good reefer (I swear to God)
And they call me Slime, wipe his nose like all the time
Why he dissin' me? That boy tellin' a thousand lies (I swear to God)
We in the bitty, we got it hot (Blatt, blatt)
I told my young nigga when he spin, "You better drop the top" (Blatt, blatt)
I wanna f*ck her, I wanna make love to her
I told her, "Hold on, I'm stuck in trenches"
You can ask all my motherf*ckin' runners (I swear to God)

[Chorus: Edward Skeletrix]
Back back, back back, back back
I can't f*ckin' trust that
In the Prada, Gosha