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letra de i'm back hoe - dc

(beat intro)

(verse 1: dc)

lemme take em way back, to the days that they never cut me no slack/
had a vision before i had four eyes, was a nice kid before i had to take that/
why so mean to me, same ones i don’t even let em breathe to me, cold and broad shoulders when they try to lean to me/
momma always said she had the same dream for me, so gifted put that under the tree for me/
that’s right i love ya momma, but this here is for the streets/
always so f-ckin’ quick to judge, but they never went to court with me/
i ain’t never rollin’ wit fakes, or snakes, opaques, or flakes, just greats, ya bish/
these boys be throwin’ that hate, take a break, go make a steak, ya bish/
if you want that beef, i’m like ecoli, muhf-cka/
real g’s move in silence, and i know mimes, muhf-cka/
we so high, muhf-cka, bad b-tch roll the weed and hit it good/
say that i’m just local, better check my f-ckin’ pivot foot/
genie out the bottle yes i wish, i wish, i wish he would/
these bars make him do the thinkin and the time a prison would/

(hook: dc)

i’m back hoe, i said i’m back hoe/
you hear me? b-tch, i said i’m back hoe/
you f-ckin with the realest on these tracks hoe/
and that’s facts hoe, d to da?

(verse 2: dc)

man on fire got an empty bodybag, each one of y’all are gonna fill it m-th-f-cka/
when that sh-t gets full, grab the bowl, and the spoon, time to serial k!ll these m-th-f-ckas/
sharp pain, yeah they feel me m-th-f-cka, spit that fire even when the air is chilly m-th-f-cka/
stayin on my toes, i’ll never tear achilles m-th-f-cka, say you realer than the realest, really m-th-f-cka?/
you ain’t bout that life, you were never really round that white/
you were never really out that night, you would never really count that right/
that’s why you don’t get the money, the money get you instead/
how the f-ck you sleepin’ on me, when you always the one in bed?/
never buy the bullsh-t, even when it’s on sale dawg/
cuz the ones that say that they got the drive, are next to the guardrail dawg/
that used car sale dawg, think they whip it tight, cuz they shiftin’ right/
they say it’s a gamble, but honestly, would you risk your life? i’m back hoe/

(beat outro)

- dc

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