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letra de i'm back - lil scoom89

[intro]
uh, uh (grr)

[chorus]
fresh out of jail, she want me back, nah, b-tch, i’m in my bag (i’m in my bag)
thought sh-t was sweet, this arp five-six had made him crash (dxnte, you snapped on this one, come here, come here)
they dropped a diss, we don’t say sh-t, we just get right on ass (thanks, yakree, we right on ass)
boxed in the whip, jumped out with switch, his blood all on the glass (brr)
f-ck with the pad, got what you need, lil’ bronem kit up fast (skrrt)
my first day back, ain’t sit and chill, i got out actin’ bad (i’m actin’ bad)
f-ck from the back, she can’t take d-ck, i knocked out every dash (come here, come here)
it’s time to slide, reload the glock, i can’t forgеt my mask (man, where my mask?)
since whеn we opps? he used to hoop, that’s why he got a pass (he got a pass)
don’t call my phone or text my page if you ain’t gon’ let me smash (b-tch, let me f-ck)
they tried to troll while i was booked and that sh-t made me mad (it made me mad)

[verse]
ain’t spin the block, she asked me why, ’cause that lil’ p-ssy trash (that p-ssy trash)
we catch a face, make sure he dead, bail in and we gon’ scratch (grr, come here)
them n-ggas hoes, we took a ghost and they still ain’t get back (they ain’t get back)
his mama cryin’, her son died, it’s his fault he got patched (it’s his fault)
if they got ups, it is what it is, but, sh-t, i’m throwin’ back (i’m throwin’ back)
locked up in jtdc two months, got booked for a strap (booked for a strap)
12 on my ass, this sh-t ain’t real, all fake sh-t, i just rap (this sh-t props)
the last n-gga that had tried like i was a rapper, brains left on his lap (grr)
she tell me f-ck me, b-tch, we done, but steady be callin’ back (callin’ back)
man, why they playin’ like we ain’t lit? we been had balled the ‘raq (we balled the ‘raq)
i know i’m him, ain’t gotta tell me, i already know i’m that (i know i’m him)
every opp that died, we gave a headshot, that’s why we call ’em hats (head tap)
they call my phone talkin’ fed sh-t, i think they some rats (they some rats)
my b-tch a ten, but not no barbie, she more like a brat (my b-tch a brat)
i’m droppin’ hits and double ‘bows, my pockets always fat (i’m dumpin’ ‘bows)
asked me who gon’ drive, is that a question? we just pass wheel to shaq (skrrt, skrrt)
slide out q50, that b-tch hot, put up, hop in that track’ (in that track’)
a slimy dude’ll jump your gate, that’s why i call him splat (a jump your gate)
that wasn’t no switch, when buddy died, he got hit by that mac (that mac)
he dropped a diss and said my name, that’s why his homie wrapped (ha)
locked in my cell, goin’ through h-ll, thought i wasn’t comin’ back (comin’ back)
[chorus]
fresh out of jail, she want me back, nah, b-tch, i’m in my bag (i’m in my bag)
thought sh-t was sweet, this arp five-six had made him crash (grr)
they dropped a diss, we don’t say sh-t, we just get right on ass (we on they ass)
boxed in the whip, jumped out with switch, his blood all on the glass (grr)
f-ck with the pad, got what you need, lil’ bronem kit up fast (skrrt, skrrt)
my first day back, ain’t sit and chill, i got out actin’ bad (i’m actin’ bad)
f-ck from the back, she can’t take d-ck, i knocked out every dash (come here, come here)
it’s time to slide, reload the glock, i can’t forget my mask (nah)
since when we opps? he used to hoop, that’s why he got a pass (he got a pass)
don’t call my phone or text my page if you ain’t gon’ let me smash (let me f-ck)
they tried to troll while i was booked and that sh-t made me mad (it made me mad)

[outro]
grr

- lil scoom89

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