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letra de back again - wes1k

[verse1: wes1k]
mother’s day drop [??]
[??], knock off your feet
i wanna blow round, but i know who’s a leach
i was gon’ keep shorty, but i know she’s a treash
(hold up)
i’ve been talkin’ my sh-t
west dog gonna be high, i’ve been barkin’ my sh-t
if my life in danger, i’m sparkin’ my sh-t
b-tch i’m crazy, so parkin’ the whip
[verse2: baby jayy]
i was underrated, got all that other sh-t above the mud
feel like givin’ up, but couldn’t, cause that sh-t ain’t in my blood
now i got the money, stackin’ over floor, i’m finna flod
now i’m steppin’ on these n-ggas, like i’m tryna’ k!ll a bug

[verse3: wes1k]
i’m not no thug, i don’t even f-ck with no drugs
i’m just from out the mud, steppin’ on bug, before the roaches
they be posted in the slums
caugh up in that fast lane, i was havin’ a lil’ bit too much fun
been evolving, growing, developing, i’m increasing all my funds
yea i’m tryna’ get my paper, no birthday party
but i’m tryna’ get my cake up
takin’ [?] steps and i’m scorin’ that’s a layup
[?] sh-t’s, started from the b-ttom, now i’m way up

[chorus: baby jayy]
i never lost no sh-t, that i can’t get right back again
n-gga, i took plenty losses, took that sh-t right to the chin
on a scale of one to ten, that’s a ten that i’ma win
yea they all hopped off my d-ck, but they hopped on right back again
i ball out like jeremy lin
i’m that n-gga, no pretend
n-ggas cap, be so pretend
they only got me in the end
all that bullsh-t, for the wins
speak on my name, watch what you sayin’
i don’t even need a friend, i’ll slide alone with my fo’nem
[verse4: wes1k]
me and jayy got a hit, this b-tch gon’ viral
touchdown, passdown, gloves on spiral
bleed myself, f-ck about no bible
get money, invest, it’s a bread cycle
[???] mexican, american, on a stage like a idol
you’re on my story, don’t judge by the title
i was goin’ through it, finna size [?]
jump off my demons, i had to fight ’em
no [?] candle, i had to light ’em
i love my trauma, i don’t despise it
thinkin’ we friends, i be ready to fried sh-t
toys in the [?], flip like a lightswitch
hop on the beat, be [??]
hear how i sound, go ahead and type it
call me wesley, i’ve be willin’ to snipe sh-t
shorty real pretty, that is not my b-tch
feelin’ like [?], i’m tryna’ die rich
playin’ with lasers, movin’ like spy kids
[?] toledo, over to skybridge
boogie no hoodie, that is a highbridge
[??] knock his [??]
[???] no she can not hide it
delete that b-tch number, cause she feelin’ tired

- wes1k

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