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letra de going back - tate kobang

[intro]
let me pull this out
thinking ‘bout them days riding dirty in the ac’
mama used to pray to god i’d make it out the trap
love the fast money, no but i

[hook]
let me pull this out
thinking ‘bout them days was riding dirty in the ac’
mama used to pray to god i’d make it out the trap
love the fast money, no but i ain’t going back
i ain’t going back, n-gga i ain’t going back
i ain’t going back, n-gga i ain’t going back
i ain’t going back, n-gga i ain’t going back
thinking ‘bout them days, was riding dirty in the ac’

[verse 1]
i was 17, n-gga had my first 30
do these b-tches dirty, shoot that b-tch like stephen curry
had my first daughter, that was back in february
n-gga hit the trap and made another james worthy
mama used to say get your -ss back on that porch
uncle was that n-gga then he p-ssed me the torch
we just warming up now, n-gga ‘bout the storage
need a couple m’s, gon’ put my grandma in a porsche
tell my baby mama take me off of child support
b-tch don’t call my phone ‘cause i don’t want to hear your voice
out here doing dirt but i ain’t doing it ‘cause i had to
every time somebody call my phone it’s always bad news

[hook]
i can’t take no more, let me pull this out
thinking ‘bout them days was riding dirty in the ac’
mama used to pray to god i’d make it out the trap
love the fast money, no but i ain’t going back
i ain’t going back, n-gga i ain’t going back
i ain’t going back, n-gga i ain’t going back
i ain’t going back, n-gga i ain’t going back
thinking ‘bout them days, was riding dirty in the ac’

[verse 2]
thinking ‘bout them days, i seen them [?] on the corner
they don’t hop out, boys will make them folks run up on you
we was throwing tackles, n-ggas playing pop warner
mama up to school, she used to love to pop up on you
i ain’t know my daddy, man my daddy now he gone
i’m from baltimore, the only n-gga putting on
smoking on that hercules and we don’t call it strong
n-gga gon’ finesse you, all your paper gon’ be gone
b-tch i’m from the city where them n-ggas really ride
not too many people here make it to 25
we gon’ handle beef, don’t believe in letting sh-t slide
n-ggas might just pull up on you, murk you in your ride

[hook]
n-gga where you from, let me pull this out
thinking ‘bout them days was riding dirty in the ac’
mama used to pray to god i’d make it out the trap
love the fast money, no but i ain’t going back
i ain’t going back, n-gga i ain’t going back
i ain’t going back, n-gga i ain’t going back
i ain’t going back, n-gga i ain’t going back
thinking ‘bout them days, was riding dirty in the ac’

- tate kobang

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