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Back Up In The Game lyrics

Performer ShhhSaint

Back Up In The Game song lyrics by ShhhSaint official

Back Up In The Game is a song in English

The fuck I gotta prove, niggas know my name good
I be chillin' in the city, pullin' up to every hood
Them niggas that y'all love, they ain't never on shit
Just be talkin' for the net, that's why they keep gettin' hit
All that dick suckin' me, tell me, what the fuck you gain?
That army money weak, so I'm back up in the game
They might send our ass to hell, the way we trippin' in cats
I'm sick, we ain't work out, but I'm glad I got the crack
This next run in lane 8, I'm out far on my own
I can either get some bows, or I can grab a couple phones
Callin' me out my name, bitch, you need to watch your tone
How you mad I'm a dog? you was lovin' when I boned
Dude buff, workin' out, nigga, think he Desmond Bane
Treat that nigga like Jiraiya best believe I'm bringin' pain
Bro in Tennessee, runnin' through these plays like a titan
He was just in Minnesota, catchin' shit like he a Viking
Really from Detroit, my main bitch came from Cass
And we focused on our future, she ain't breakin' out my past
Blow a check and get it right back, I do it fast
This life shit ain't a race, but if it was, you comin' last
Me and Edge be everywhere from the East to the Burbs
Nigga sold the two man, cause this bitch got on his nerves
Didn't even wanna fuck, swear I just wanted the spits
Now I got her playin' Twister, tryna open up her hips
A band for my shoes, I bought em' cause you couldn't
If you think you fuckin' with me, then you dumb like Cuba Gooding
Ballin' like I'm Roddy, I been rich for every season
My nigga been tryna crash, he just beggin' for a reason
Step on niggas in white Lows, you would think these bitches loubs
You don't know how it feel to see your brother on the news
Y'all be killin' in y'all songs, but y'all never shot a gun
While y'all talkin' like y'all rich and y'all ain't never had a run
I put my brothers on too, Giannis ain't the only one
You gettin' bitched like Devin Haney, you might need to grab a gun
I love a girl that play her own, she my friend and we be fuckin
And she'll never tell her soul, I wouldn't trade her ass for nothin
Ooh, this bitch so thick, I'm tryna see it from the back
She in this bitch shinin', but she dressin' all black
1942, I got her sippin' out the bat
Hit her ass, home run, now a nigga got a blast
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Writer: Saint L
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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