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Paroles de la chanson I'm Back par Dougie B
Gah, gah
Gah, gah, ah, gah
A Lau on the beat
Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?
Gang (Gang)
And they thought I was done with the shit
Fuck it, I'ma start buggin' again
Like and they know they can't fuck with the kid
Geekin', I feel like the heart of this shit (Ah)
Like every day it get harder and shit
I go harden and shit, baby, pardon the drip
Like anywhere we gon' park out the whip
KK get you, your mother and father a bitch
Call me D Payne, double chop, two grips
Gah, gah, ah, gah
A Lau on the beat
Ayo, Eli, what the fuck?
Gang (Gang)
And they thought I was done with the shit
Fuck it, I'ma start buggin' again
Like and they know they can't fuck with the kid
Geekin', I feel like the heart of this shit (Ah)
Like every day it get harder and shit
I go harden and shit, baby, pardon the drip
Like anywhere we gon' park out the whip
KK get you, your mother and father a bitch
Call me D Payne, double chop, two grips
Two clips off a bean, I'ma fiend for the hit
Crodies, they with me, they throwin' up Crip
Bloodies, they with me, we yellin', "Don't trip"
Like red beam for the fours in the V
Green beam for the Gz, blue beam for the P
And you niggas ain't really fuckin' with me on the beat
Dougie B, ain't nobody bigger than he
Like no cap, do the dash, just ride for the cash
Shorty throwin' it back, pass for an assist like Nash
Ain't no reason to cap, everythin' I say facts
Like 100K on my body, I'm tact'
They keep dissin' the bros, swear to God, niggas sad
Bitch, it's 300 DOA, fuck if you feel a way, add a K, then you a pack
Crodies, they with me, they throwin' up Crip
Bloodies, they with me, we yellin', "Don't trip"
Like red beam for the fours in the V
Green beam for the Gz, blue beam for the P
And you niggas ain't really fuckin' with me on the beat
Dougie B, ain't nobody bigger than he
Like no cap, do the dash, just ride for the cash
Shorty throwin' it back, pass for an assist like Nash
Ain't no reason to cap, everythin' I say facts
Like 100K on my body, I'm tact'
They keep dissin' the bros, swear to God, niggas sad
Bitch, it's 300 DOA, fuck if you feel a way, add a K, then you a pack
Ah
I got on, I put on for the team
Gotta shit on them niggas who didn't believe
KK, he with me, buggin' with the heat
That's my brother, I'm clippin' cousins just for free (Ah)
Call me D Wade, all I need is three
I be boomin' to kill, fiend for the P
He said me, be an imposter
I ain't never wanna be a pop bum
You a loser, niggas need to stop it
With some lil' dirty niggas on the roster
But fuck that, let's get litty
We get benty, wocky with the Casa'
Watch her get sturdy, Zaza punchin', kickin' me like "Tada"
Mention the bro, that's a ticket to bye, bye
We turnin' up every time that a opp die
I got on, I put on for the team
Gotta shit on them niggas who didn't believe
KK, he with me, buggin' with the heat
That's my brother, I'm clippin' cousins just for free (Ah)
Call me D Wade, all I need is three
I be boomin' to kill, fiend for the P
He said me, be an imposter
I ain't never wanna be a pop bum
You a loser, niggas need to stop it
With some lil' dirty niggas on the roster
But fuck that, let's get litty
We get benty, wocky with the Casa'
Watch her get sturdy, Zaza punchin', kickin' me like "Tada"
Mention the bro, that's a ticket to bye, bye
We turnin' up every time that a opp die
Bullets gon' rip through his shirt, now it's tie dye
He tried to run, watch him tripped, now he fly high
Throw up the score, we gon' link, it's a high five (Ah)
Mexican pain, we don't geek, we go cha cha (Cha)
And they thought I was done with the shit
Fuck it, I'ma start buggin' again
Like and they know they can't fuck with the kid
Geekin', I feel like the heart of this shit
Like every day it get harder and shit
I go harden and shit, baby, pardon the drip
Like anywhere we gon' park out the whip
KK get you, your mother and father a bitch
Gah, gah, gah
He tried to run, watch him tripped, now he fly high
Throw up the score, we gon' link, it's a high five (Ah)
Mexican pain, we don't geek, we go cha cha (Cha)
And they thought I was done with the shit
Fuck it, I'ma start buggin' again
Like and they know they can't fuck with the kid
Geekin', I feel like the heart of this shit
Like every day it get harder and shit
I go harden and shit, baby, pardon the drip
Like anywhere we gon' park out the whip
KK get you, your mother and father a bitch
Gah, gah, gah
DOA
DOA
DOA
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