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Дата випуску: 22.03.2017
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Right Back At It |
I was chillin' for a while, but I’m right back at it |
Someone knockin' at my door, then it might be a addict |
Pussy niggas still hatin', so I’m guessin' that’s a habit |
Had a dream about money and my blessings was to have it |
Used to go to school with my daddy semiautomatic |
You’s a fuckin' fool, you mistaken, you think I don’t got it |
Sellin' dog food! bitch, my traphouse look just like a mansion |
Usin' pro tools, hit the studio and get to spazzin'! |
She’s a silly bitch, she hit the weed and then she started laughin' |
Had a uzi and I used to stash it, right under the mattress |
Why you actin' like you is a savage? boy, yo ass a actress! |
Pull up on you, you gon' see this flash, but this ain’t no camera |
She seen my stash, but she bett not touch it, like she MC Hammer |
Do the dash, police on my ass, chase this panoramic |
Garbage bags filled with all this cash, you’d think I was Santa |
Bitch I’m from Chiraq, but I got a thick bitch in Atlanta |
Nail ya to the cross! I’ma penetrate ya with my hammer |
Bitch, my leather soft! went to sleep and woke up in a phantom |
I send bitches off, when they call me, they don’t get no answer |
Take ya panties off! bitch, I heard ya was a freaky dancer! |
I was chillin' for a while, but I’m right back at it |
Someone knockin' at my door, then it might be a addict |
Pussy niggas still hatin', so I’m guessin' that’s a habit |
Had a dream about money and my blessings was to have it |
Used to go to school with my daddy semiautomatic |
Yous a fuckin' fool, you mistaken, you think I don’t got it |
Sellin' dog food! bitch, my traphouse look just like a mansion |
Usin' pro tools, hit the studio and get to spazzin'! |
Want smoke? chopper hit ya, now ya dyin' off some cancer |
I shitted on em', I’m not potty trained, I need a pamper! |
I broke the rules, way too cool for school, I didn’t go to class! |
She see my shoes, bett that bitch gon' drool, with her slobbin' ass! |
He dissin' me and still ain’t get no views, with his garbage ass! |
When we shoot, these bullets go thru yo retarded ass! |
Who is dude? go get him some food, with his starvin ass! |
You say you will, but you never do, with yo flodgin' ass! |
I might kick a door! I might charge a kilo for a show! |
This a Gucci loaf! bitch, this ain’t no |
You say that’s ya hoe, nigga, I just made her fuck my bro |
Boy, yo bitch a pro! nigga, I just thought I’d let ya know! |
I was chillin' for a while, but I’m right back at it |
Someone knockin' at my door, then it might be a addict |
Pussy niggas still hatin', so I’m guessin' that’s a habit |
Had a dream about money and my blessings was to have it |
Used to go to school with my daddy semiautomatic |
Yous a fuckin' fool, you mistaken, you think I don’t got it |
Sellin' dog food! bitch, my traphouse look just like a mansion |
Usin' pro tools, hit the studio and get to spazzin' |