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letra de back in blood (remix) - joyner lucas

[intro]
ayy, ayy
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ayy, joyner, joyner, joyner
yeah, look (ayy)

[verse]
i ain’t been on my freestyle sh-t in a minute but n-ggas don’t put no respect
so tell all these rappers that i’m takin’ over, just so you know what to expect
i wasn’t gon’ do it at first but f-ck it, i must keep my foot on they neck
if i give you a warning, you better believe me, you know i stay good on my threats
n-gga, i spent my whole life in the studio, sh-t kinda feel like i’m doin’ a stretch
i wish i could spend more time with my son but i know that i’m doin’ the best
and i know that it’s worth it when he look at mе and say, “daddy, look, you are the best”
need to find a nеw way to deal with my anger ’cause i never do good with stress
n-ggas hate when i brag, i know, when i talk about cash, i know
when i talk about cars, i know, all the b-tches i have, i know
they say, “j, i miss when you was broke
way before all the fame and glory
money changed you, it made you corny
the material things just bore me
you’re no different than all of these industry n-ggas, i thought you were special and awesome
now you sellin’ your soul and just hopin’ on records with anyone, n-gga, you lost it
i miss when you made music that i could relate to ’cause all of your new sh-t ain’t thoughtful
when you gon’ make some new music with marshall?
when you gon’ pull some new sh-t out the -rs-nal?”
i’m back on my remix sh-t, don’t sue me, n-gga, i’m too unruly
i might slide on a hoe like toosie, b-tch, i’m too dang groovy, ooh
n-ggas try and cancel me like boosie, all y’all hoes is goofy
but, yeah, you know my life’s a movie, i sold crack to pookie
look, she in love with the cocaine, i’m in love with the dope gang
try to cook crack with a oven and propane
try to make a dollar back when i ain’t have no name
but n-ggas told me that i had to stay in my own lane
i jumped in the water and started makin’ my own wave
i’m watchin’ the pool splash, they told me don’t move fast
and every n-gga doin’ better than me, i blew past
now n-ggas look at me, like, “how the f-ck did he do that?”
i got one crib, i don’t live in it
the other one is big enough to probably put my other muhf-ckin’ crib in it
but one crib, i made a clubhouse and stuffed all my step kids in it
and then i built me a trap house and let all the fiends take a hit in it
and i might buy a church too, just in case i wanna sin it
put a hot tub in the front row, let all my hoes come swim in it
yeah, i made so much bread, i bought a crib to take a sh-t in it
you talk about it, i’m livin’ it, you brag about it, i been did it
and i got your b-tch in the whip ridin’ shotgun with the ceiling down
you let her down, i feel her up just ’cause the b-tch feelin’ down
i don’t know if her ass real but i do know that it’s really round
i think that i’m tall enough for her to give me head without kneelin’ down
fake n-ggas only really lie just because of prolly how real it sounds
please shut the f-ck up anytime i bring somebody real around
you versus me, n-gga? that’s like a whale pushin’ a seal around
tell me, how many dead rappers you think it takes to fill the ground?
and b-tch, i’m in pimp mode, i only know what the pimps know
the man in the mirror is schizo, i pay a stripper in crypto
i pay a stripper in crypto, i do not care if you lit, though
i hit my plug from the flip phone, i’m sellin’ pebbles to flinstones
scam nightly, sellin’ whatever the strand might be, yeah
get like me, all of my packages sealed tightly, yeah
i had a record deal, then i drop a label, n-gga, come take a chance like me
you n-ggas cannot advance like me, you’ll give atlantic back the advance like me
i got the upper hand, mm, and i got the other hand icy
my diamonds movin’ like chris brown, you know i love when they dance hyphy
ayy, ayy, only n-gga that told his girlfriends ’bout my other girlfriends in front of my side lil’ b-tch and wifey
give a f-ck about security in the club, we gon’ ride
give a f-ck if it’s a quarantine or not, we still outside
the last n-gga tried to play me talkin’ crazy, then he died
like them cheap-ass hoes [?], catch you slippin’, we gon’ slide
ooh, ooh, catch you slippin’, we gon’ slide
put that rubber on that grip, then we gon’ cut your ass outside
send ’em goonies on that mission, it go trip and you gon’ hide
when you get hit that bl!cky you gon’ wish that you done died
[outro]
ooh, ooh, ooh
ooh, ooh, joyner
ayy, ayy

- joyner lucas

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