Текст песни Bring It Back

Ah, smoke people for did it, big money Im with it
Im smoke me good, you can smell it though
I got hella dough, come get it
When you hot the hoes come with it
They drop it low and spit it
The pretty back up, make you clap young
Shes picture and I just hit it
Poe get off my fitted, polo horse Im jiggy
You aint gotta ask she did me,
Of course she did, Im witty
Im a product of my city, that 2Pac and that Biggy
My jewels pop me that pretty,
And Im shoe boxing that kitty
Dog Im too hot to fuck with me
I chamber you, unfameable, untamable
Made a name for blue,
I think I know something on making the 2
Break the beat but I came to do
Bbs is my chain is blue
Them niggas them got you gased up
Too much of that propane in you
My diamonds bright all kinda white
Rap jj, Im dynamite
Niggas still writing them dis raps
Hatings lame and Im not the type
Sleep on me let the mag pinch you
Please nigga, your swag simple
My flow hot as my last bitch
She a wreck now, her ass crippled
[Hook]
I think I found the beat to find my way, yeah, yeah
I need some pussy but 2 times a day, no, no
You aint gonna trap me, it aint no trap for Max, go, go
Girl turn your ass around and bring it back
Come here baby we them nigga you wont be standing by
Im there Im standing on something, so hold your cameras I
I got that street sound Im getting to it and Im fly
Everything I got is sick, illest man alive
Hottest nigga in my city, aint no way that I could possibly chill
Illest nigga around, thats one hell of a hospital bill
Cant seem to find my top, piffy boy want proof listen
Hello, 911, Id like to report my roof missing
Last seen on my Lambo coup, look sick in the ...suit
Bet your man aint got these, I dont think you wanna gamble boo
Studio on my hoot shit, true religion and bamboo hoops
Laying back, coming up with shit,
She give me head while the sample loops
Pussy on that logo, call my rarri polo
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All you niggas gonna learn today
Im the teacher, Im the tutor
Few ray allens, couple of cuties
And by ray allen I mean the shooters
Serious as a heart attack, your girl say she ham groovy
Curious as a white girl, like heads on in a scary movie
Dont get in that car girl, last time you gonna hear from her
Lost his bitch I bring her back
Like next time be more careful bro
[Hook]
I think I found the beat to find my way, yeah, yeah
I need some pussy but 2 times a day, no, no
You aint gonna trap me, it aint no trap for Max, go, go
Girl turn your ass around and bring it back
Come here baby we them nigga you wont be standing by
Im there Im standing on something, so hold your cameras I
I got that street sound Im getting to it and Im fly
Everything I got is sick, illest man alive
Old moneys my lady, new moneys my baby
Pick cup getting licked up
By 2 bitches Im lazy,
If its 2 trips I want 80, these cool kids doing crazy
You rocking with the most shady
Keep tools gripped in in gravy
All I know is looking in...
She probably gonna touch all us
Im in my own zone, my flows grown
I need my ...on a short bus
Watch me hit my number again
I melt that... I come to win
...home boy I got pumpkin skin, that mean shit dont get to me
My bitch dont care bout other names, she just want no tiffany
...speed boat trips Im sick of sea
I asked her for some bum head, she sold me no diggidy
One love to my family, you dont look like no kin to me
Back here like the wimbledon, shes going up my energy
So much soul Ima live again,
A girl in a crib of 10
Play games I kick your ass out, put that on my timbaland
[Hook]
I think I found the beat to find my way, yeah, yeah
I need some pussy but 2 times a day, no, no
You aint gonna trap me, it aint no trap for Max, go, go
Girl turn your ass around and bring it back
Come here baby we them nigga you wont be standing by
Im there Im standing on something, so hold your cameras I
I got that street sound Im getting to it and Im fly
Everything I got is sick, illest man alive.