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letra de back on my bully - kcmoney

[intro]
yeah, yeah
i’m back on my bully sh-t ([?], what’s the word, dummy?)
long live doya
know what the f-ck goin’ on

[chorus]
they keep tellin’ me cool down, i’m back on my bully sh-t (yeah)
we caught him ridin’ with his b-tch (with his b-tch), but ain’t n0body innocent (b-tch-ass n-gga)
we put belt up on they ass, check the score, we up like six (yeah, ha)
n-ggas scared to go to they crib ’cause they know we gon’ spin that b-tch (yeah, long live doya, man)
they sn-tched lil dre up for that body, like n-ggas tellin’ ’round this b-tch (what? what?)
and i don’t even trust n0body else since we fell out with the hit (what? yeah, trust n0body)
blood ties, all out for my cousins, likе you n-ggas ain’t feel sh-t (ha, yeah)
and i got murder on my mind, i feel like hottiе with this switch (what? what? yeah, yeah)

[verse]
lil’ shorty ran his f-ckin’ mouth (his f-ckin’ mouth), now we put him in the mix (mix)
look like he don’t care about your brother, we took your carti’ off his wrist (b-tch-ass n-gga)
and ain’t n0body gon’ do sh-t, we’ll delete your whole block (ha, your whole block)
we like terrorizin’ n-ggas, treat y’all asses like new opps
lil shawn died ’bout that sh-t, runnin’ errands for that b-tch
arp f-ck his body up, they found him in that whip (on my brother)
this a hot car, change the plates, i’m out here spinnin’ with my drac’ (with my drac’)
n-ggas terrified of my face, they know this b-tch up on my waist
we caught him at the store, we drench his ass (we got his ass), hit him in his face (ha)
you see blood in my eyes (in my eyes), i ain’t the type to f-ckin’ play (on my brother)
i lost my cousin to this sh-t (yeah), now he tatted on my face
lot of n-ggas changed up, stay the f-ck up out my way (ayy)
quick to let this b-tch off
[chorus]
they keep tellin’ me cool down, i’m back on my bully sh-t (yeah)
we caught him ridin’ with his b-tch (with his b-tch), but ain’t n0body innocent (b-tch-ass n-gga)
we put belt up on they ass, check the score, we up like six (yeah, ha)
n-ggas scared to go to they crib ’cause they know we gon’ spin that b-tch (yeah, long live doya, man)
they sn-tched lil dre up for that body, like n-ggas tellin’ ’round this b-tch (what? what?)
and i don’t even trust n0body else since we fell out with the hit (what? yeah, trust n0body)
blood ties, all out for my cousins, like you n-ggas ain’t feel sh-t (ha, yeah)
and i got murder on my mind, i feel like hottie with this switch (what? what? yeah, yeah)

- kcmoney

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