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Paroles de W e B a c k !*

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Paroles de la chanson W e B a c k !* par Y.N.D lyrics officiel

W e B a c k !* est une chanson en Anglais

Yeah, first off started chasing Had niggas said we wouldn't make it
I was down bad in the basement Now your bitch is loving on my fragrance
Now the crowd singing every lyric Couldn't see the shit, now I hear it
Go around and round, I shut it down feel Y.N.D in your spirit

But I gotta get that bag today Niggas not half as safe
He talkin' to much so we uppin' the K, Shooter for shooter we greenin' this way
Nowhere to stay so you lay where you play And I look too good shawty paid for the date
but shawty know that she can't stay

Nigga, I'm moving discrete, killers they came from Miami
The way that they bringing the heat Niggas be treating these niggas like bitches
I've seen But they'll never do it to me
Coming up crazy, you'll catch a nigga on the screen

My nigga stay rollin' with me Been on the motion, I'm coastin'
Like I'm inna' sea No wonder she waving at me
Told them its up now, they acting like Dizzy a menace
Nigga, I'm Dennis, Always on go, I won't sleep till a nigga get finished

Keep grinding, don't care how you feel Don't care if you grinning, I still see the Hate
So Why the fuck you in my face? Why the fuck you in my way
And why the fuck niggas be thinking that I'ma be late
Swear that this shit it's just time I'll never stop rhyming

Still giving them bucks like I'm Giannis, Niggas not fucking with me, let's be honest
Not about money, I swear I'm the deaf and the blinded
Don't think that I'm friendly, I'm not, boy, you tripping
Glock with a nose like it's Pippen, Too many hoes I can pick like I'm pimpin
Type to just hook a hoe like I was fishing

Yeah, I do this shit for my mama, my aunt, my sister, and all of my cousins
Im sorry lil' nigga we aint doing no discussion, Glock with a drum I aint talkin percussion
My body is crushin' I'm offthem drugs lil' nigga i love it nigga
Okay, you sweet like Doc McStuffins We bake his ass nigga, just like a muffin

Why the fuck these niggas, they running
Why? I do this shit for real
I'm telling my brother, nigga, just hand me another pill
I do too many pills, I know you get the chills

Reach for my chain, nigga, y'all ask to kill
Im showin' these lil' niggas we don't need no deal
I'm In demon mode I don't got no chill
I'm sippin' on that real med no dr. Phill
Real man back up, just like Tyreek Hill

Nigga, I'm moving discrete, killers they came from Miami
The way that they bringing the heat Niggas be treating these niggas like bitches
I've seen But they'll never do it to me
Coming up crazy, you'll catch a nigga on the screen
My nigga stay rollin' with me Been on the motion, I'm coastin'
Like I'm inna' sea No wonder she waving at me

Ayy, ayy, ayy,We swipe like the fox off of dora
Brodie got popped tryna be an explorer
Cant fuck with me he cant breathe in my aura

Comin' up crazy you catch a nigga on the screen
My niggas, they rollin' with me
Been on the motion, I'm coastin' like I'm in the sea
No wonder she wavin' at me
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
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Reproduction des paroles interdite sans autorisation.
Auteurs: Dadrian Mallard, DeCorian Wofford
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