Lyrics:
to be poetic
And, god himself couldn't rhyme this epic
Smooth shots, JJ Redick
He does that, the beat banging
Now we bring it back so u know whats
an L
You know you can't believe that
Wa so 33din aa
Y3b3 twa like i'm Peter
Don't play with it
This shit aint FIFA
Bring it back
Let it sink this deeper
that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by
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Bring it back (sing it)
Sing it back (sing it)
Bring it back
Sing it back to me
(Sing it) bring it back (sing it) sing it back (sing it) bring it
minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungalows
Then switch to playin' ding dong ditch, when
chrome face
Fuck with me, better bring your lunch 'cause it's gon' be a long day
But I never take a break
I never take a break 'til I see heaven
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
the jam I search like I'm gonna
find the party kick it like a punter
Back in the day they used a judge a MC
On what?
By how amped and loud the whole crowd
the bottom two, let my wisdom work it out
Big on the underground, can't knock me down
Vicki Leekx bitches, back by dope demand
I sleep on my talent and I
We gonna take it there
We gonna bring it back
We gonna take it there
We gonna bring it back
We gonna take it there
We gonna bring it back
We gonna
Classic OG
Point Guard
Dawg Finesser go hard
TechnoTutor Desteni
And audios by Bernard
Celeb game I hear
Finesser can hoop
Man I shoot like
Mahmoud
on a eastside ho ?
Tell Bron Bron we can bring the Heat back
I'm a champ, I support it
Flipping through the hundred
Cool Club with it
Running to the money
say you my baby
You suck it all out
And you eat it like gravy
She go the whole nine and she score it Brady
My baby like J.J the way she be catching
mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungaloes
Twenty-three bad bitches, they treat me like Mj (Mj)
Why you bring him round me, you knew that n**** was fugazi (Fuga)
We ain't getting no money together
speed it up
And if they go quack quack put em in the truck
It's that time of the month, don't bring um home to papa
I'm a motherfuckin pimp, I ain't no
couldn't care if it's my biggest enemy I wouldn't give the boy up to police
And I know they listen to my shit 'cause literally I'm getting better with every
the projects, bang, bang, pow, pow
Is how it sounds
[Chorus]
Life in the projects
Where it's hard to get by
But you got it 'cause your spot's gettin'
you chrome face
Fuck with me betta bring yo lunch cause it's gon be a long day
Fuck what ya heard like my dick against yo eardrum
Swagga so sharp weezy
fall in love with me
I got my four fingers all up in the air
She back it up while I pull her by the hair
I had a long week I don't really care
Been
She like the seat right by the window
Can't wake her roommate so we gotta tip tow
Wind that ass up bring it back reload
Wind that ass up bring it
about this
What y'all in Hampton, what
Know about this
What y'all in Nomo
Know about this
What y'all in Chesapeake
Know about this
Bring it boy
A Strange Situation Cause No Some Seems To Care
Its Populated By People Of Combinations And Situations
That That Slowly Through Time That Start Pain Me
put some dough into it hope I see some money back
I sell out my 25 now someone else here want a sack
Told them give me a couple minutes to go get it Ill
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