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come back - margiela myers lyrics

(hook)
i was gone so long.. they thought */
i would never… come back /
but i’m in the pot… tryna whip it */
til’ it come back /
your work, don’t bling, like my diamonds… /
i don’t want it /
there’s 50k cash in that louis bag */
from harmonics /
x2

(verse)
“margiela, margiela” .. h*llo who, is this? /
he came back like a magician */
louis bag, fulla tricks …./
designer rags, like i’m rich /
but i still might f*ck ya b*tch down on the floor */
like i’m poor, she said i changed /
i said sure… i got that coke and it’s pure.. /
*
hit the roads, do the tour, got these junkies */
banging needles, like the work * is the cure /
went from sitting in a cell, now every salе * i secure /
dead facеs piling up, like all these */
junkmail, brochures… yea /
*
me and my n*ggas we one of a kind /
all in the cut, ain’t no * standing in line /
cartier frames fulla ice, like i’m blind /
but i see the hate, and it’s fine /
i don’t backstab, or send shots at the spine… /
‘send em the sign, you decline /
it don’t take none of my time, so think about taking */
what’s mine * i’m taking your mi*i*ind …/
(hook)
i was gone so long.. they thought */
i would never… come back /
but i’m in the pot… tryna whip it */
til it come back /
your work, don’t bling, like my diamonds… /
i don’t want it /
there’s 50k cash in that louis bag */
from harmonics… /
x2

(verse ii)
from verse to verse, traverse with words /
each bar, like several cerbs /
you ain’t got it, like i got it you need practice /
go to church, you’re f*ckin’ scared in the streets /
say a word, not to me /
cuz my n*ggas’ pull up, jamaicans * with crocodile t**th/
if you want it, you can get it /
anyday of the week, know my traphouses */
stay open, like 7/11 /
see, no more being locked up /
now i ride * foreign fleet /
everywhere i go, i’m looking thru cartier on me /
i got ice * ice, baby what you want? /
i can pay the price /
if you wanna talk a come back, yeah i made it twice /
i sat down for several years, while they */
read me my rights /
now i step out, shoes with spikes, ears with ice /
i’m doin’ nice, but …
(hook)

- margiela myers lyrics

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