Back homë Lyrics – Yeat
Singer: Yeat
Title: Back homë
(I-I’m—)
(I-I-I’m working on dying)
(BNYX)
I don’t fly no jet, I flew it to Milan (Uh, uh, mm)
I’ma take another Perc’, I’ma take another bar
I’ma pass every test, I’ma pass every car (Uh, uh, mm)
Got a whole lotta diamonds, got a whole lotta stars (Uh, uh, mm)
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was swervin’ the motherf#ckin’ po’
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was slangin’ that sh#t, go home
Back in the day, I was hatin’, now I think y’all broke
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I just pull up the shots and I rock out at shows
Now I get paid ’bout a couple of M’s for some shows
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I had to ride ’round the city with a couple of thugs
Now I had to ride ’round the city, I’m ridin’ the Rolls
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) No, this sh#t do not feel different, I’m back in my city, I’m back in my city, I’m back
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I been flyin’ around the world, yeah, I been hoppin’ on planes and I do not feel litty, I need to get litty
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I’m cuppin’ a couple of Percs and some griddy, I’m takin’ a motherf#ckin’ ecstasy
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Yeah, I’m gon’ turn up you b#tches, you gon’ suck on this sh#t, you gon’ suck up, no turnin’, this willin’
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Every time I feel like this, that feel so weird
Promise nine times out of ten, you ain’t with me, you get stabbed
Never made enough room, same thing, you know I keep a strap
Promise nine times out of ten, you ain’t ever make it back
Got a big dumb watch, dumb b#tches, got a Patek in the back
Try to watch all my swag, tryna take my swag
How you tryna jack my style? Tryna take that back
I don’t fly no jet, I flew it to Milan (Uh, uh, mm)
I’ma take another Perc’, I’ma take another bar
I’ma pass every test, I’ma pass every car (Uh, uh, mm)
Got a whole lotta diamonds, got a whole lotta stars (Uh, uh, mm)
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was swervin’ the motherf#ckin’ po’
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was slangin’ that sh#t, go home
Back in the day, I was hatin’, now I think y’all broke
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I just pull up the shots and I rock out at shows
Now I get paid ’bout a couple of M’s for some shows
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I had to ride ’round the city with a couple of thugs
Now I had to ride ’round the city, I’m ridin’ the Rolls
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) No, this sh#t do not feel different, I’m back in my city, I’m back in my city, I’m back
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I been flyin’ around the world, yeah, I been hoppin’ on planes and I do not feel litty, I need to get litty
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I’m cuppin’ a couple of Percs and some griddy, I’m takin’ a motherf#ckin’ ecstasy
(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Yeah, I’m gon’ turn up you b#tches, you gon’ suck on this sh#t, you gon’ suck up, no turnin’, this willin’
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Every time I feel like this, that feel so weird
Promise nine times out of ten, you ain’t with me, you get stabbed
Never made enough room, same thing, you know I keep a strap
Promise nine times out of ten, you ain’t ever met the back
Got a big dumb watch, dumb b#tches, got a Patek in the back
Try to watch all my swag, tryna take my swag
How you tryna jack my style? Tryna take that back
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