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letra de back again - amity

[verse 1]
he’s back, the kid that thinks that he’s black
real wacked, relaxed an’ drinking things fast
throwin’ es back ‘for i f-ckin’ steal police bats n’ attack n’ beat the freakin’ bieb’s -ss!
goin’ up with sell’s, its h-ll!
ya like how ya f-ckin’ look that much then you should go n’ f-ck yourself
f-ck oboma, wouldn’t share when rollin’ up an’ l
joining isis so that i can blow up as well
stop talking bullsh-t that don’t ever matter
none of us believe it so hoe, keep ya trap shut
i’m just entertaining ya, only to have ya/ in my bed and hit that -ss till ya hole needs a plaster
on a positive note, i’ve stopped poppin’ the yokes
now i crush the sh-t to dust n’ up my nostrils it goes
f-ck alcohol b-tch gimme a bottle of c0ke
i ain’t thirst f-ck off!
cos you know that i meant i wanted some snow!

[hook]
other rappers, start the cryin’
(i’m back again)
shut ya d-mn lips, stop the lies ‘cos
(i’m back again)
fakes n’ b-tches, get away n’ quit this
(i’m back again)
ill say it simple, i’m takin’ this sh-t
(b-tch i’m back again)
drugged n’ crazy, but just stay calm
(i’m back again)
f-ckin’ staying! not gonna take off
(i’m back again)
i’m the nicest, you’re f-ckin’ just useless
(i’m back again)
ride or die b-tch ya got nothin’ to do ‘cos
(shut the f-ck up cos b-tch i’m back again)

[verse 2]
y’all aim for them zeros with the cash n’ the b-tches
but only time that that happens is with ya chances of winnin’
too hot! you f-ggots ain’t lastin’ a minute
like a kid, with his first time his d-mn d-ck’ll spit jizz
so b-tch, don’t even try to bring it, you’ll lose
but keep comin’ at me ‘cos i’m needin’ some food
demolish you b-tch, i’m a beast man it’s true
drugs and music are the only things that i do
drink and sniff codeine till i ain’t feelin’ my legs
can’t stand, i’m out my mind, this is the best
when hittin’ the cess ‘for i bit on a yoke
still l1ckin’ the x n’ im sniffin’ the c0ke
sniffin’ the cain b-tch, sh-t i’m just so –
twisted, my brain’s missin’ the sh-t is just broke
my spliffs gettin’ made and i can’t finish this yo
cos this bit of the page was just ripped for some roach!

[hook]

[verse 3]
psychopath that’s gonna make you stop with lies
say i’m not f-ckin’ nice when i’m droppin’ my rhymes?
b-tch i’ll make you see the trauma in life
when ya hospitalized n’ f-ckin’ chopped up with knives!
alcoholic that’s f-ckin’ robbin’ a guys back of chronic
and i don’t – got a disguise
this bag of chalk’s sniffed, so f-g f-ck off quick
‘for i slash ya noggin’ cos i’m just not in my mind
but b-tch i come with the nice bars and punches
like a gas filled room – yo don’t try sparkin’ somethin’
i’m the better rapper, cos yo i got it covered
you just frontin’ cos ya fall right off n’ dumped then
anxiety got me still holdin’ my guns
so if ya too close minded for me i will open it up
this kid rolls with some sl-ts with loads of some lush
i spit dope an’ i just still don’t give a f-ck!

[hook]

- amity

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