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letra de back2back - no remorse

[intro: tzgwala]
(aom productions)
back2back, brrah, haha, ay (hl8)
young bolts of corn
they know that it’s no remorse, bow (hl8)
look

[verse 1: tzgwala, ya]
we had the opps in range (what?)
said the mandem ‘rove in over (whip)
big man, this ain’t no volvo sport
tryna leng man down with a toaster (rah)
we put opps in pain
d-mn, each and one is a boaster (haha)
big man, this ain’t a local sport
and a bro still could be a hoster (word)
we put food in wraps like taco bell
can’t get a mamosa
bro done yitched man down with his yuck (ying, ying)
then stepped when i bust that, every ting kosher
man done ditched that out, no f-cks
on the countryside, man, tizzy a loner (lone)
for the first time, slanged way in the hood
i felt like scarface, world is mine (mine)
first time, laid eyes on a gun, i was young
i was itchin’ to hear that bang (bang, bang)
turned that on, and it turned me mad
like nuttin’ can harm me, blud, i’m fine (i’m good)
step on a mot’, tryna crash on pr-cks
but they can’t far get, they every time (lol)
the b-tches stay like “sh-t, that’s tizz!”
like what? did the gyaldem think i’m fine? (just preein’)
(look, look)
[chorus: ya, tzgwala & lucii]
you don’t know about aim
run up and spray, i don’t care about fame
like a easy stain, three z’s on the dog go straight to the brain
step out on a slidey mission with gangdem
i scream “who’s got chat for the mandem?”
where’s the paigons? man, i can’t stand them
do it, select, f-ck doin’ a random
we’re young and we’re hungry, cash-go getters
my young g got a pumpy
when he rise it, only tt tekkers
we all fly straight, no dyk-, no chessers
step out on a slidey miss’ with the guys
ya loves doin’ it twice
tizzy on the back of the bike
don’t get yourself slashed, we’ll fill it with bine

[verse 2: lucii]
lucii’s back, i’m back from limbo (i’m back)
i know the fans dem miss me (miss me)
ching a man up ’til his wounds turn stinky
whoosh ’til i poke his kidney (splash, splash)
do up a ritz in the ot spot
to avoid them jakes, wan’ nick me (nick me)
pray to the devil and pray to the gods
i keep balance, the powers are with me
sold my soul for a piece of the pie (i sold)
and its pie is nice (nice)
can’t you tell ’bout the jumbo belly?
i’m eatin’ right, and i’m livin’ life (livin’ life)
them man there can’t relate
and they’re paranoid for their life
when reeko done got-got
it was also fun, his knees were high
i got too many man on my knife
but come next year, i want me double (double)
don’t think i’m in the music ting
i keep myself out of trouble (out of trouble)
i ain’t like them, i still bang skengs
the music bred just plays for the bells (boom-bow)
that come out at the end of the muzzle (boom-bow)
i made them man, them meet their end (their end)
[chorus: ya, tzgwala & lucii]
you don’t know about aim (where you’re from?)
run up and spray, i don’t care about fame
like a easy stain, three z’s on the dog go straight to the brain
step out on a slidey mission with gangdem
i scream “who’s got chat for the mandem?”
where’s the paigons? man, i can’t stand them
do it, select, f-ck doin’ a random
we’re young and we’re hungry, cash-go getters
my young g got a pumpy
when he rise it, only tt tekkers
we all fly straight, no dyk-, no chessers
step out on a slidey miss’ with the guys
ya loves doin’ it twice
tizzy on the back of the bike
don’t get yourself slashed, we’ll fill it with bine (ay, ay)

[verse 3: ya]
g-check my man, but he weren’t from there
say less, bro, just leave him
gon’ circle the whole d-mn evening (skrr)
ay, tryna see someone bleedin’
right foot on the gas, speedin’
hop out the car, see ten man skeetin’
don’t think ’cause a man does drills
that a man don’t drill, it’s facts i’m speakin’ (facts, facts)
real facts, i ain’t tellin’ them lies (nope)
young g’s been sellin’ them pies
in the opp block trips, been wettin’ them guys
lilo stepped out with a weapon and died (rah)
20 man caught me slippin’, f-ck it
back out my weapon and fight
i’m with v, and you know what he’s grippin’
run up, back get peppered in bine (grrt)
bag up, bag it, twist it, tag it
said it already, i will say it again
pull up, scat us, ‘ceal it, bang it
sprayed it already, i will spray it again (bow, bow)
i’m with luc’, no meds (none)
two-two on the right and the left
i got teks, you’ll get kweffed
not even until something’s wet (stained)
[outro]
(hl8)
(hl8)
(aom productions)

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