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comeback - barretta lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
bad, bad, bad
b*tch

[chorus]
yeah, i know i′m the man, i don’t gotta show it off
they want tea, i don′t do that, the problem get solved
they want claim and reactions, but info was false
i don’t need no one blacking, i can do it, one call
it’s like you can’t stay in your place, yeah you always just tryna get involved
you too short you can′t hang with greats, yeah, my n*ggas we always stand tall
sh*t, i was depressed, i could manage it, i had to feed all my losses
i learned a lot of my lessons, sh*t ain′t where it started but parts came from boston
i would abuse up the cannabis, hop on the mic, i would cope with it often
they tryna hate at the end of the day, yeah, i know that a n*gga too saucy
b*tch, fool me once you can’t do it again, you gon end up like that boy from compton
i might do couple shows in new york, but i got me some hoes i might fly out to washington
go to paris, i′m clutching my wallet, these french n*ggas watching these n*ggas pick pocketing
he too ocky lifts weights so i pull that rocket, you know that a n*gga gon pop em
call up my shooter, he always on go for that, k!ll

[verse]
i was masked up with no face and my n*ggas on, drills
take pills, step in field, i ain’t chilling
working till i get a million
i just got off of the phone with my momma she told me she thrilled
love dat, milly
[chorus]
yeah, i know i′m the man, i don’t gotta show it off
they want tea, i don′t do that, the problem get solved
they want claim and reactions, but info was false
i don’t need no one blacking, i can do it, one call
it’s like you can’t stay in your place, yeah you always just tryna get involved
you too short you can′t hang with greats, yeah, my n*ggas we always stand tall
sh*t, i was depressed, i could manage it, i had to feed all my losses
i learned a lot of my lessons, sh*t ain′t where it started but parts came from boston
i would abuse up the cannabis, hop on the mic, i would cope with it often
they tryna hate at the end of the day, yeah, i know that a n*gga too saucy
b*tch, fool me once you can’t do it again, you gon end up like that boy from compton
i might do couple shows in new york, but i got me some hoes i might fly out to washington
go to paris, i′m clutching my wallet, these french n*ggas watching these n*ggas pick pocketing
he too ocky lifts weights so i pull that rocket, you know that a n*gga gon pop em
call up my shooter, he always on go for that, k!ll

- barretta lyrics

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