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letra de back again - yfg fatso

[intro]
pass me that wood ‘lil tay, that i ain’t roll up
or did i roll it? i don’t know
i don’t know where i put that b-tch
i think i rolled it, probably did, probably didn’t

[verse]
we play ball, you can’t pop out without no bl!ck
tryna go slide through my opps sh-t, for a head i don’t want no pick
b-tch, i’m real known, so ain’t no way i made a sneaky diss
y’all know go ain’t sneaky shi, ask my mama, i’m the sh-t
leave his head open, f-ck droppin’ a deuce, i dropped a six
green make my stomach hurt, i drunk a cup, and took a sh-t
b-tch i’m sippin’ wock with [?], now suck my d-ck
i want war with any n-gga, add a k, ain’t squashin’ sh-t

[bridge]
yeah, i’m real mad, on monday afternoon, i lost my b-tch
she like bonnie, i’m her clyde, she my .30, i’m the d-ck
we do head-shots, he dropped down like a fly, ain’t movin’ sh-t
make his bead rock, we k!llin’ all the opps, let’s get ’em quick
i’m rockin’ the biggest chain all down the 8, i’m doin’ my sh-t
we the youngest n-ggas in charge, sh-t been like this since a jit
oh, they opps, remember they wanted to throw them parties, can’t forget
catch a opp, and crack his head, i love the blood, i like the scent (i love that sh-t)
[verse 2]
blood all on my gun, i cleaned it off, i took a l!ck
we gon’ take ’em down, got lo’ from his b-tch, his ass a l!ck
he be hold and rolling, movin’ p’s, and flippin’ pounds of sh-t
he the hood plug, we gon’ take him down and take his sh-t
we ain’t duckin’ smoke, i let him see my face, now don’t forget
want it back? i’m on princeton by the street sign, with my bl!ck
ready to crash out, i had to fix my mind, “we gon’ be rich”
i can’t crash out, ‘cuz how lil’ go gon’ crash, it can’t be fixed
b-b-blood pops, i dropped a 3 of red, now let it mix
this a pi-pi’s poppers, percs, and last for me to do my sh-t
we gon’ k!ll the biggest opps, we get up close, you ain’t on sh-t
hop out make it kiss him, blitz him, ’till he fall, holdin’ his bl!ck
i’m the biggest opp, the wrong troll on live, i get sh-t lit
nah, i’m lyin’, i be hidin’ inside the house, i don’t do sh-t
judge, i’m doin’ good, don’t pull my card right now, i got it lit
we the goat’s, we had like every ho’ in woodson, on our d-ck
(they was suckin’ us)

- yfg fatso

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