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lirik lagu back in my zone – bby kodie

[intro]
talking bout’ that sh*t
huh
we don’t do that
[?]
ay

[hook]
pretty n*gga (doo)
smell like tom ford or jo malone cologne (yeah)
give a f*ck bout’ what y’all talking bout’
i just talk sh*t on these songs (true)
if i make 500 thousand
bet [?] get left alone (ha)
n*ggas worry bout’ some fassion
i hope you n*ggas die vlone huh (hahaha)
if i’m f*cking a star, b*tch, i need astrodome (duh)
b*tch asked me for my number
i told that ho, “i don’t have a phone” (ha)
(stupid b*tch)
b*tch, i’m rich, it’s already known (duh)
i f*cking this rapper b*tch that got caught singing lyrics to my song
(but his sh*t’s fire tho)
[verse]
icon, these hoes gon’ miss me when i’m gone (b*tch)
soon as i touch down in the ends
i’m right back in my zone (ugh)
ay, it feel good, i’m on my tony! toni! toné! (it feel good)
i been popping since a kid
they know that kodie home grown
feel li* feel likе soulja in 2008 i turn my swag on
now let me do my dance, b*tch (ay)
trying to gеt some motion (ay)
ho gon’ work her ass off for the kid with no promotion (ayo, ay)
shawty know i’m it, i copped the benz and now i’m floating (ew, ay)
i’m coasting
wait ’till i buy that chain, i bet i drain the ocean (yuh, yuh)
said she gon’ f*ck me for some fame (yuh)
i said my ig broken (yuh)
stupid b*tch said “i’m her wildest dreams” (yuh)
that’s ’cause your eyes ain’t open (yuh)
uh, keep dreaming b*tch i’m larger than life (yuh, yuh)
if i make another 5, i bet i buy my [?] (yuh)
if n*ggas think they do it better than me
here you can have my mic…

crickets n*gga, shut the f*ck up
soon as i walk in, sit the f*ck up (sit, hey)
i’m the type to make the flyest n*gga put they b*tch up (hey, hey)
soon as i win that grammy, n*gga pour that sh*t up (hey, hey)
i wake up and look this good, i’m tryin’a f*ck a pin up (hey, hey)
if i looked like you, boy, i probably wouldn’t e’en get up (ew)
hoes calling tryin’a f*ck the kid up (yuh)
n*ggas think they fly as h*ll until i f*ck that sh*t up
if* if* if you can’t afford it, n*gga, please, put the fit up
if* if* if you can’t afford her, n*gga, please, get a b*tch up (ay)
ay, these n*ggas stingy with these hoes
i’m a proud rich n*gga, won’t give a penny to these hoes
drive the rolls*royce just to keep my bentley on his toes
keep a semi by the, shhh (shut the f*ck up!)
ar by the doors
if a n*gga wanna groove, i shoot the ar at his toes (man)
d*mn, i wish that gunna wouldn’t’a told
that’s a side note
but i’m still gon’ run checks up on these hoes (yeah)
i pray to god my n*gga’s never sell they soul
’cause if we chasing after that check, i hope we never reach our goal
not no street n*gga, but i’ll beat your ass ‘fore i ever reach that pole
not no street n*gga, but i’ll beat your ass ‘fore he ever reach for that phone
[hook]
pretty n*gga (doo)
smell like tom ford or jo malone cologne (yeah)
give a f*ck bout’ what y’all talking bout’
i just talk sh*t on these songs (true)
if i make 500 thousand
bet [?] get left alone (ha)
n*ggas worry bout’ some fassion
i hope you n*ggas die vlone huh (hahaha)
if i’m f*cking a star b*tch i need astrodome (duh)
b*tch asked me for my number
i told that ho, “i don’t have a phone” (ha)
(stupid b*tch)
b*tch, i’m rich, it’s already known (duh)
i f*cking this rapper b*tch that got caught singing lyrics to my song
(but his sh*t’s fire tho)

- bby kodie

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