DEJ LOAF "Back Up" (feat. Big Sean)

[Intro:]Back up off me, back up off meBack up off me, back up off me
[Verse 1 - DeJ Loaf:]Yah yah bitch, back up off meYou don't know me, I'm too clean, I'm too holy, bitch I'm godlyI only go for real niggas who don't brag bout what they bought meCause they know I got a bag, gotta fuck me up some commasIf I fuck and make you cum, you got to promise not to stress meDon't be blowing up my phone and don't be leaving voice messagesSaid I can do you right, I'll do you better than your exesI told that nigga to stop it, he was talking out his necklaceSee the difference with me, I never needed niggas, everI'll leave em where I met em, I ain't tripping off no, everGoons in the cut try to talk you out your necklaceIf you ever disrespect me, pussy, don't be disrespectfulI said woo, I said I know, I know, I knowHe heard about me, he was waiting on me at the doorI said woo, yeah that mink all on the floorUsed to bust his shit at skating, 6 to 9, come in at 4We got glow sticks for you ho chicks, bitch don't act like you don't know thisI'm very antisocial, social network ain't my motion (I don't move like that)I sure know emotions, niggas, bitches is disgustingBananas with the Trojans, pop that pussy for a legend
[Chorus - DeJ Loaf:]I said woo, I said I know, I know, I knowI said bitch back up off meI said woo, I said bitch back up off meI said woo... get this nigga manI said woah, yah yah, bitch back up off meI said woah woah, yah yah, bitch back up off meI said woah woah, yah yah, bitch back up off meI said woah woah, yah yah, bitch back up off meBack up off me, back up off me, I said bitch back up off meBack up off me, back up off me, I said bitch back up off meBack up off me, back up off me, I said bitch back up off meI said... back up off me, I said bitch back up off me
[Verse 2 - Big Sean:]Back up off me, they want my backs in coffinsGets so cold in the D and they still wanna take my jacket off meBack when I couldn't afford to get it mixed and mastered, homieMy mama fronted me that money so it's no backup, homieBitch so back up off meBank account look like a ballot, homie, yeah it's checked upMy niggas packing, you get to tripping, they unpacking, homieYeah I overdo it, yeah that's tailored, homieYeah I'm overdressed and ain't no salad on meMe and DeJ together, holy matrimonyOhhh, it's hard to smile and shitWhen they ain't free Juan, I got real ones on trial and shitFuck all my peers unless we talking bout Belle Isle and shitThe check is seven figures, I might try and dial the shitAnd if I fuck and make you cum, don't be blowing up my phoneLately I've been messing with girls who tend to own shit on their ownI turn dusk into dawn, turn my chair to a throneFuck her off in the whip, make her take Uber homeCold to the chromosome, I grew up without a hammockI did everything except panic, feel me? Finally Famous the familyAnd we expanding on the top floor like we tanningShe throwing tantrumsShe gon hold this dick like a GrammyI give her bomb D and do damage
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[Outro - Big Sean & DeJ Loaf:]Yeah that's right maneI said woah, yah yahFor the cityWoah, yah yah, bitch back up off meYou got Queen DeJ, Sean Don, straight up (ha ha)It's time to boss up on everything, I'm getting everything