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letra de blue - mig e. lone

(intro)
back in the back of my head better back up i swear i don’t miss you
back wit a rap better call up yo back up and pack up uhh
back in the back of my head better back up i swear i don’t miss you
back wit a rap better

(suave kent)
migga lets go

(chorus)
back on the back of my head better back up i swear i don’t miss you
(i swear that i don’t)
back wit a rap better call, up, yo back up to pack up pistol
(pack it up pack it up)
back to attacking a track till i’m big bet you running back ain’t you
(you funny you know)
(can’t wait to b.l.o.w.)
back to back i’m winning bending b-tches bagging ain’t no issue but i’m
2x

(verse 1)
bad, (breakin)
rules i’m bound gain in m-ssx
(bet it, ya,) thought that migga wouldn’t last
(living like), subterrainy wouldn’t p-ss
whippin my -ss, b-tch i’ll be back
dammit this path a drag, nothin that i can’t surp-ss (ima) thief for that cash, coming at night in a mask
i hope you hiding the stash
there ain’t nothing in here (nope nope)
they lied to ya, better on ya own, there ain’t nothing to fear (nope nope)
sick of y’all, contempt wit scanning gotta dip disappear (go, go)
going over the requirement f-ck who be hiring i be that higher man firing fire at every, hefty jefe firing
mine (mine)
people’ll rise (right)
stuck in 9 (5)
fight (fight)
fight ya life (rights)
stuck in a vice (like)
pipe (nights)
need to suffice (high’s)
spend dollar signs (nice)
why (why)
you know the price (why)
might die tonight (die?)
i’m..

(chorus)
back in the back of my head better back up i swear i don’t miss you
(i swear that i don’t)
back wit a rap better call, up, yo back up to pack up pistol
(pack it up pack it up)
back to attackin a track till i’m big bet chu runnin back ain’t chu
(you funny you know)
(can’t wait to b.l.o.w.)
back to back i’m winning bending b-tches baggin ain’t no issue but i’m
2x

(verse 2)
rarely choosing, you can keep her that’s a penny losing
lil yatchy wit the chicks i’m chewing
got me trick or treating either f-ck or leave me cuz i’m stupid busy b-tch
up and coming out the f-ckin hub
transform into the f-ckin don
blast off into the f-cking sun
war artists like i’m f-cking sun-
tsu i’m loadin up missiles to duck ima hit chu
my p-ssion i picture without chu don’t miss chu
my past you could picture me patchin up issues
done mastered the scriptures my talent official
chill in the future, now ima shoot cha
spitting that rat tat ta knocking em putas
mira this mundo is mine like that mula
messing wit miggas like you facing medusa deuces
(ey)

(chorus)
back in the back of my head better back up i swear i don’t miss you
(i swear that i don’t)
back wit a rap better call, up, yo back up to pack up pistol
(pack it up pack it up)
back to attacking a track till i’m big bet you running back ain’t you
(you funny you know)
(can’t wait to b.l.o.w.)
back to back i’m winning bending b-tches bagging ain’t no issue but i’m
blue
3x

- mig e lone

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