Blow Her Back Out Lyrics - Yung Bans feat. KA$HDAMI — Paroles de Chansons

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[Intro: Yung Bans]
Yeah (Plug)
Ayy, yeah
Blow her back out, I’ma blow her back out
Bans, ayy, ayy, yeah
(Bitch)

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Blow her back out, I’ma blow her back out (I’ma blow her back out)
Shawty, she gon’ ride, got her with me in the trap house (Yeah)
Young-ass nigga, thirteen, bring the pack out (Yeah, ayy)
Got a shooter with me and we lit just like a frat house (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
Yeah, like a frat house, lit just like a frat house (Bans)
Young-ass nigga, thirteen, bring the pack out (Yeah)
Got my first strap, deuce-deuce, hit like Pacquiao (Pew, pew)
Got my first strap, deuce-deuce, hit likе Pacquiao (Yeah)
Ayy, yeah, huh? We gon’ lay him down (Wе gon’ lay him down)
Ayy, Draco with the thirty got a hundred round (Hundred round, ayy)
Ayy, young-ass nigga move a hundred pounds (Bans)
If a pussy-nigga try me, we gon’ gun him down (Woo, woo)

[Chorus: Yung Bans & KA$HDAMI]
Blow her back out, I’ma blow her back out (I’ma blow her back out)
Shawty, she gon’ ride, got her with me in the trap house (Ayy)
Young-ass nigga, thirteen, bring the pack out (Bring the pack out)
Got a shooter with me and we lit just like a frat house (Fah, fah, fah)
Blow her back out, I’ma blow her back out (Woo, woah)
Shawty, she gon’ ride, got her with me in the trap house (Yeah)
Young-ass nigga, thirteen, bring the pack out (Fah)
Got a shooter with me and we lit just like a frat house (Fah, bee, gang)

[Verse 2: KA$HDAMI]
Yeah, bitch, I got more white than a frat house
You used to say you hard but I heard that you a rat now
These CVV’s I max out, ayy, for sure my fans gon’ pass out
Without that Glock, boy, you can’t tap out
Lil’ bitch on dick ’cause I’m getting cash now
Shawty text my phone, she said, “Hi, my name is Jennifer”
My ex-bitch ain’t as lit as her
Can’t eat your pussy, it smell like vinegar
My gang complete just like an integer
Might jugg your shit just like I’m Christopher Columbus
These bitches always up to something
I got trust issues, I ain’t cuffing

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Blow her back out, I’ma blow her back out (I’ma blow her back out)
Shawty, she gon’ ride, got her with me in the trap house (Ayy)
Young-ass nigga, thirteen, bring the pack out (Bring the pack out)
Got a shooter with me and we lit just like a frat house (Lit just like a frat house)
Blow her back out, I’ma blow her back out (Woo, woah)
Shawty, she gon’ ride, got her with me in the trap house (Yeah)
Young-ass nigga, thirteen, bring the pack out (Bring the pack out)
Got a shooter with me and we lit just like a frat house (Pew, pew)

[Outro: Yung Bans]
Huh? Bring the pack out
Got a deuce-deuce, let it hit just like Pacquiao
I just fucked the bitch to the—, hmm
In her mouth
Huh? Yeah, run up in your house

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