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letra de back in the booth - el2bee

okay, it’s your boy luke and i’m back in the booth,
or i could cruise real smooth, laid back in a coop,
with the new 22’s lookin’ platinum too,
or look cool in a blue cadillac with a detachable roof,

[hook:]
it’s your boy luke and i’m back in the booth, (whatup)
back in the booth, back, back in the booth (ayy)
it’s your boy luke and i’m back in the booth, (whatup)
back in the booth, back, back in the booth (ayy)
it’s your boy luke, it’s your, it’s your boy luke (yup)
it’s your boy luke and i’m back in the booth, (heyy)
it’s your boy luke and i’m back in the booth, (whatup)
it’s your boy luke and i’m back in the booth,

[verse 1:]
now while you drivin’ geos, i be ridin’ regal in the whip,
bank account like a casino, call me reno with the chips,
and i stay with the green like gino, spent a c-note on the kicks,
and i be known for that crazy flow, be like cee-lo when i spit,
and i’m on point like a needle and like ne-yo i’m so sick,
haters, catch me if you can, i be like leo when i dip,
cooler than carlito, leavin’ with a trio of the chicks,
better leave before the heat blow and it’s lethal
like i’m freethrowin’ torpedoes at your people, g-e-t low if you slip
el2bee so blessed like nino, bracelet freo on the wrist,
hotter than a cappuccino so the haters be so p-ssed,
and i be flyer than an eagle rollin’ deep up with the click,
so keep hatin’ on the low d-low, homie we don’t give a sh-t,
i’m dope, i speak dro and be flowin’ the piff,
show up windows tinted, rollin’ with the seat low in a 6-
4, go find somebody better, you won’t ’cause he don’t exist,

[verse 2:]
when i step on the block i get respect and props,
so if you disrespectin’, stop ’cause the click i got
will come through and check your spot then wreck your top,
and knock your top off your neck and make your necklace drop,
better confess i’m hot, i just guess your not,
only battle me if you got a deathwish ock,
my flow hot, so i spit flames when i rap it,
just copped a new mic for the booth ’cause the last ones in ashes,
i’m p-ssionate and dedicated to makin’ a cl-ssic,
i kill track, throw the instrumental tape in a casket,
’cause i’m back in the studio and makin’ it happen,
i’m cakin’ and my stacks snap and break the elastic,
look, i spit the flame to get the fame,
i whip the range, i’m switchin’ lanes,
i spit the game to get your dame,
your sh-ts the same? dismiss the claim,
your clicks a shame, consistin’ lames,
my click ain’t sane, we quick to aim,
we’ll flip your frame and strip your chain,
get in my way? you’ll get the same,

- el2bee

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