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letra de coming back (ain't right) - wermer

[intro]
what’s-what’s-w-what’s drew without the love of rap?
q without the bucket hat
t.i.p without the rubber band
pac without the stomach tat
woo, (what?) he coming back (x4)

[verse 1]
huh?.. wait what?.. you said you spit them bars right?
you ain’t playing your cards right you queen, i’m living that star life
what you mean? i ball like shooting a free-throw with chemo
i spit lethal, got that crack coming out these speakers, grab your needle
i’m so dope with it, looking like your town had the pope visit when i’m touching down
trunk rumble like thunder clouds, walk around looking like a hundred thou
n0body’s gonna hold me back, but my clique gonna hold me down
charge an ounce for a bar, a verse i’m charging by the pound
aww, no grammy’s, yet i still grab mo’ panties
her head game so sweet, you’d of thought she’s rocking them skull candy’s
magic and c-ssius, got a sick hook for these catfish
that trap ish gymnastics, i make that bird do a back-flip
like man, ain’t that sick? somebody call the doc or nurse
pockets are about to burst, outfit flyer than a flock of birds
hol-hold up, why you asking all them questions?
like oh my, you get no reply, well… unless it’s

[hook]
what’s drew without the love of rap?
q without the bucket hat
t.i.p without the rubber band
pac without the stomach tat (tat)
he coming back (back)
he coming back (back)
he coming back
what’s drew without the love of rap?!
nah, that ain’t right! (x3)
what’s drew without the love of rap?!
nah, that ain’t right (x3)
oh god! he coming back!

[verse 2]
aww, pardon me? you like bragging and boasting
while this flow can clog your arteries, need atherosclerosis
got your girl attached to my scr-t-m, that-that-that-that’s the reason i go hard
these raw bars gave her lockjaw, she gave me head to my own song
i call that meta-foreplay, tell me what’s your forte?
i spit game to this spanish chick, that’s espn deportes
i’m running this game like forte, bear down chicago
i’m pouring out moscato in that murciélago
with a victoria model, but she ain’t keeping no secrets
cause homie that’s the motto, “if you can’t live it, don’t speak it”
her prom dress be breaking (woo), them back seats be squeaking (woo)
i mike jack in the back of the jag, that glove covered in sequins
like man, that ain’t right, swimming in a tank full of great whites
looking like this can’t be real, no way, this ain’t life
hol-hold up, why you asking all them questions?
like oh my, you get no reply, well… unless it’s

[hook]

[bridge]
hold up!
what’s kim without the video? nick without the gigolo?
deuce without the bigalow? tv without -rs-nio?
woo, wit-without bad boy no b.i.g, rip (rip)
wit-without left-eye no tlc, rip (rip)
woo, no federline without britney (nah), no dirty money without diddy (nah)
no me without making some sort of history
i said, jackson without gordy and jordan without jackson
all of these statements relate to the same question they asking

[hook] (repeat 2nd half)

- wermer

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