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im back - foolkeal lyrics

[chorus]
don’t know how to start this song, but b*tch, i’m f*cking back (b*tch, i’m f*cking back)
took a six month break, i promised i would prove that i could rap (i could rap)
show that n*ggas is my kids, tell my son “i’m not yo’ paps” (i’m not yo’ paps)
you can keep stealin’ my swag, but the dna don’t match (let’s get it, let’s get it, let’s get it)

[verse 1]
i snuck into the club and then i threw my first advance (i threw that sh*t)
i’m tryna tour the world, i wanna go to uk, poland, france (poland, france)
stuff like thirty bands in that duffel, call it rich n*gga romance (romance, romance)
my grandma speakin’ to me, she keep tellin’ me to take that chance (let’s get it, let’s get it)
pop that fi 2*3, now i’m tweakin’ in that sprinter (i’m in that sprinter)
passin’ pcp, she havin’ dreams of eatin’ kеal for dinner (she wanna eat mе up)
yeah, i’m a sweet n*gga by day, but i turn on her at night (at night, at night)
these twitter n*ggas keep on botherin’ me, b*tch, let a n*gga get right (b*tch, let me get right)
block you out my f*ckin’ phone, yeah, i’m quick to set sh*t right (huh, let’s get it)
when i was stuck feelin’ alone, i let my auntie guide my light (yeah, let’s get it)
my dad was drinkin’ in the shop, that’s when the pain start gettin’ loud
but now i rap on instrumentals, just wan’ make my auntie proud, come on

[chorus]
don’t know how to start this song, but b*tch, i’m f*cking back (i’m f*cking back)
took a six month break, i promised i would prove that i could rap (hold on)
show that n*ggas is my kids, tell my son “i’m not yo’ paps” (i’m not yo’ paps)
you can keep stealin’ my swag, but the dna don’t match (that sh*t don’t match)
[verse 2]
been a year now since i dropped that dun*dun*dun, that sh*t was wack (that sh*t was wack)
i drop a corny bar right now, she humpty dumpty, i’m tryna crack (i’m tryna crack)
you slimed me once and now you gone, don’t even try to come back back (don’t even try)
these n*ggas not even my friends, they only hit me up for tracks (let’s get it)
like hol’ on, these n*ggas want my spot but they don’t got it like me (they don’t got it like me)
hol’ on, my lil’ sh*t act just like me, she a product of me (product of me)
different color hoes like they teletubbies (teletubbies)
baby*ass n*gga, you so f*ckin’ huggy (huggy, huggy)
mr. yugoslavia, they play this on repeat
don’t skip unless i tell you to, i don’t want you to keep this sh*t concrete (keep it concrete)
i’m runnin’ laps around this sh*t, my tape is ’bout to be complete (complete, complete)
don’t wanna hear you hit my line, don’t ask me for no f*ckin’ feat, b*tch (b*tch)

- foolkeal lyrics

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