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letra de i'm back - nunnie da iii

[intro]
grahh, n-gga
f-ck?
n-ggas keep playin’ wit’ me
like, feel me?
why everybody keep playin’ wit’ me?
n-gga know and everyone wanna play
(nah, harry, you buggin’)
i don’t play with n0body

[chorus]
aight, i’m back (n-gga)
i gotta watch what i say ’cause i’m fighting a case (n-gga)
as soon as i come out, i get on the ‘gram, and n-ggas jackin’ i got chased (grahh grahh, grahh grahh, on bro, n-gga)
on bro, that n-gga is cap, he never seen me before, n-ggas gotta be laced
i don’t understand why he lyin’ on tay, that’s why we smoke him to the face (grahh grahh, grahh grahh, grahh grahh boom, n-gga)
like, stop it
all that n-gga do is pop it (on bro)
he got shot and he still tryna pop sh-t
imm-imma take off like a rocket
’cause we got the key to this sh-t like a locksmith (word to my dead, n-gga)
none of them n-ggas is better than me, so i will not listen to none of that nonsense (on bro, grahh grahh boom)
he get shot for jackin’ tdg, i really be out here movin’ like i’m thompson (grahh grahh, grahh grahh, grahh grahh boom)

[verse]
for all of that cappin’ and sh-t for the ‘gram
you need to go let off some shots for your mans
ma-masked up, we don’t care about the cams
he thought i ain’t have it, it was in my pants
my cousin an opp, then i’m boomin’ the fam
n-none of the sh-t that we totin’ gon’ jam
never been a rookie, shoot with double hands
why fno n-ggas keep movin’ like fans?
none of the disses they makin’ gon’ work
i’m tryna park up and shoot up they turf
they know how i get when i get in the pocket, i be throwin’ bullets like i’m jalen hurts
as soon as i threw, i watched all them disperse
boomer a dummy, he went out the worst
we-we should’ve packed [?]
anybody push up, imma up it first
n-ggas be tryna trick me out my spot
freedom keep actin’ like somethin’ he not
n-gga spent his valentine’s day with a thot
you the reason [?] even gettin’ locked
this n-gga a rat
i don’t want beef, i take everything back
tayk, aggy, it got me smacked
get off my d-ck and go let of ya gat, n-gga
[chorus]
aight, i’m back (n-gga)
i gotta watch what i say ’cause i’m fighting a case (n-gga)
as soon as i come out, i get on the ‘gram, and n-ggas jackin’ i got chased (grahh grahh, grahh grahh, on bro, n-gga)
on bro, that n-gga is cap, he never seen me before, n-ggas gotta be laced
i don’t understand why he lyin’ on tay, that’s why we smoke him to the face (grahh grahh, grahh grahh, grahh grahh boom, n-gga)
like, stop it
all that n-gga do is pop it (on bro)
he got shot and he still tryna pop sh-t
imm-imma take off like a rocket
’cause we got the key to this sh-t like a locksmith (word to my dead, n-gga)
none of them n-ggas is better than me, so i will not listen to none of that nonsense (on bro, grahh grahh boom)
he can get shot for jackin’ tdg, i really be out here movin’ like i’m thompson (grahh grahh, grahh grahh, grahh grahh boom)

[outro]
f-ck, n-gga
suck my whole d-ck you f-ckin’ f-ggot
f-ck you talkin’ ’bout, n-gga
get off my d-ck
you a f-ckin’ rat and you snitched

- nunnie da iii

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