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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dimitri D Beverly
Songwriter
Lyrics
My neck, my back My neck, my back
My neck, my back
Like how you end up a opp, used to be my bitch
I lost the main course, fuckin with a side dish
She the type just, soon as I slip No goodbye kiss, she's a flight risk
But she deserve better than to deal with my shit
Deserve a nice trip, that pussy vice grip They ask questions bout her, she don't reply
shit She keep a tight lip, ain't sinkin my ship
And I'm so fly, take this parachute off, I might fall and die
But I can tell you knew that I wasn't shit Opinionated, you be poppin' your shit
They used to tell me I'm misogynistic And still ended up massaging this dick
That's how live it would get But I ain't even know what that shit meant
I had to look it up, some time I spent
Like how I hate women, I love bitches
Need a rider like Khia, want a thug misses Rub my neck and my back, tell her come lick
it
Like baby, bring it back, I wasn't done with
it My neck, my back
You can still get it, baby, just like that Baby, just like that
My neck, my back You can still get it, baby, just like that
Baby, just like that My neck, my back
Like Ezell in a liquor store He fell, nigga, hit the floor
But it's different though, cause I'm limpin' slow
This shit fuckin' with my physical You know when you lose a real one, it's difficult
Probably be because it's spiritual Rehearsed apologies, but she don't wanna hear it though
My neck, my back You can still get it, baby, just like that
Baby, just like that My neck, my back
You can still get it, baby, just like that And she done with a nigga, you can always tell
Just by the look All over your face and stuff
She done with a nigga, you can always tell Just by the look
All over your face and stuff
Writer(s): Dimitri Beverly
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