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letra de get back - leechy boi

[intro:]

yuh, yuh, yuh
yo, leechy boi

[verse 1:]

every morning that i’m waking up
i ask myself “why can’t i be him?
who was that, in the red and black
‘nect a baseball bat to a man’s head?”
see the skull through a broke face
momma placed the blame with no haste
now lil dilla raise the crime rate
with a .97 run the tri-state
these people try to get me slowed down
f-ck your xanax fetish, i’m a grown child
spit the bars in garbage for’ i go out
then they figure it out, and i catch a cold smile
big strap on a small waist
i ain’t talking s-x i’m talking long blades
got a problem, come and say it to my face
bring the reaper with you, he’s a little late

[hook:]

get back, get back
f-ck around, you get attacked
evil memories coming back
i put in work, when’s it back?
get back, get back
i swing a bat to get back
he stole my sh-t, i got it back
i don’t f-ck around with no mask, nah

[verse 2]

won’t beg a b-tch, i got standards now
yeah it’s little leechy boi with a lot of clout
l boogie busted if he’s poppin out
got a couple problems, probably work it out
yeah the odds all got stacked against me
youngin problems, i had f-ckin plenty
couldn’t f-ck with grams, all i had was twenty
and my mom was shaking, and i’m f-cking hungry
want what i’ve got? come and take it from me
i’d probably give it to you anyway
nah, f-ck that sh-t, that’s the old me
and that mother f-cker done and died today
don’t even dare to look my f-ckin way
if you’ve got a problem, you can die today
i can catch a body in a hundred ways
throw me in the cell, i won’t rot away
i can never die to a man’s hand
still want to die, but i still can’t
got alot of opps who want me in the coffin
f-ckin asking for it, and they still can’t
never die to a man’s hand
still want to die, but i still can’t
got alot of opps who want me in the coffin
f-ckin asking for it, and they still can’t

[hook:] (x2)

[verse 3:]

i kick the f-cking door in, then i run up in his house
i press the piece against his temple, “b-tch, you better shut your mouth”
“i pull up on the trigger and a body’s on the ground”
“and i won’t catch a case because the body won’t be found”
i whip him with the piece and tell him “here’s my proposition:
i got way too many problems dealing with the opposition
and the noise that you’ve been making leaves you in a prime position
so i think i’ll let go of your debt, if you make it your mission
to enforce the recognition of the power that’s at play
ain’t no compet-tion, nothing standing in our way
agree to these condition’s and you’ll see another day”
you should’ve seen the look on the mother f-cker’s face
he was scared, oh, he was panting, he was begging, he was frantic
because he just had a phantom run up in his house and jam him
what else can i say? i’m a bit melodramatic
yet my acceptance’s automatic, i’m just psychosomatic

[hook:] (x4)

- leechy boi

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