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letra de bring it back (feat. daddy trav) - mccandles

i just need a check yeah
i just need a bag
yeah i need these racks
tryna run em up real fast
yeah i need a coupe with some digits on the dash
yeah i’m with my brother and we tryna get a bag
3 point buck yeah b-tch that’s a stag
3 blue hundreds on me b-tch and that’s a bag
i don’t give a f-ck tell you that a matter fact
but at the same time yeah i told her bring it back
bring it back baby

bring it back
bending back her legs now she looking like dak
told her like that, lil b-tch it’s like that
hit him with the tax, lil b-tch with the tactics
yeah we out here with the bad sh-t
pull up rеal deep on them banshees
rough ryder type sh-t, dmx
you don’t know my damiеn
sh-t get wicked
she get real wicked
come through b-tch you splig get wit i mean
your wig get split
sorry i come through on some extra
triple x with that sh-t when sh-t get electric
she lovin’ all that sh-t
i might need a camera
for the way i’m in your panties girl
come through with that extra baby
we main character not extra girl
that sh-t different bout us
you know you see that sh-t bout us girl
you don’t talk sh-t bout us
they try bout they don’t get no shots up yeah
you don’t really talk sh-t about us ay
i would not talk sh-t about us yeah
and the b-tches love us so they shout us out
and why i don’t give a f-ck is cause we put it in her mouth
where we from baby girl?
yeah the dirty south
and it’s ok i asked you yeah
if i could eat you out
but if i can’t i take you down south
not with my mouth ay
but anyway scratch that
yeah the b-tch ass so fat
when she throw it back
yeah it throw me back
so i threw a rack
yeah i prolly threw a rack
and jacob got some grass
so he prolly just gone tax
and we smoking on that gas
yeah smoking on that gas
others call it thrax yeah
but i just call it pack ay
anyways i miss my brother
yeah his name hak ay ay
ay we can’t run it back ay
i been some slow motion f-ckin’ with your b-tch ay
heard he wanna talk
punch him now he gotta stitch
yeah you a b-tch yeah
heard you a snitch
prolly end up in a ditch ay
and he made a wish ay
i can’t grant it
yeah i pull up and they panic
yeah they want static like stanley
b-tch i feel like steamer
b-tch i pull up and redeem her
i don’t give f-ck, f-ck her, i’m a dreamer ay
b-tch i can’t pimp you out, put it in your mouth
i don’t give a f-ck yeah we from the dirty south
punch you in your sh-t and you prolly just say ouch
baby girl come here yeah put it in your mouth

- mccandles

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