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i'm back - nunnie da iii lyrics

[intro]
grahh, n*gga
f*ck?
n*ggas keep playin’ wit’ me
like, feel me?
why everybody keep playin’ wit’ me?
n*gga know and everyone wanna play
(nah, harry, you buggin’)
i don’t play with n0body

[chorus]
aight, i’m back (n*gga)
i gotta watch what i say ’cause i’m fighting a case (n*gga)
as soon as i come out, i get on the ‘gram, and n*ggas jackin’ i got chased (grahh grahh, grahh grahh, on bro, n*gga)
on bro, that n*gga is cap, he never seen me before, n*ggas gotta be laced
i don’t understand why he lyin’ on tay, that’s why we smoke him to the face (grahh grahh, grahh grahh, grahh grahh boom, n*gga)
like, stop it
all that n*gga do is pop it (on bro)
he got shot and he still tryna pop sh*t
imm*imma take off like a rocket
’cause we got the key to this sh*t like a locksmith (word to my dead, n*gga)
none of them n*ggas is better than me, so i will not listen to none of that nonsense (on bro, grahh grahh boom)
he get shot for jackin’ tdg, i really be out here movin’ like i’m thompson (grahh grahh, grahh grahh, grahh grahh boom)

[verse]
for all of that cappin’ and sh*t for the ‘gram
you need to go let off some shots for your mans
ma*masked up, we don’t care about the cams
he thought i ain’t have it, it was in my pants
my cousin an opp, then i’m boomin’ the fam
n*none of the sh*t that we totin’ gon’ jam
never been a rookie, shoot with double hands
why fno n*ggas keep movin’ like fans?
none of the disses they makin’ gon’ work
i’m tryna park up and shoot up they turf
they know how i get when i get in the pocket, i be throwin’ bullets like i’m jalen hurts
as soon as i threw, i watched all them disperse
boomer a dummy, he went out the worst
we*we should’ve packed [?]
anybody push up, imma up it first
n*ggas be tryna trick me out my spot
freedom keep actin’ like somethin’ he not
n*gga spent his valentine’s day with a thot
you the reason [?] even gettin’ locked
this n*gga a rat
i don’t want beef, i take everything back
tayk, aggy, it got me smacked
get off my d*ck and go let of ya gat, n*gga
[chorus]
aight, i’m back (n*gga)
i gotta watch what i say ’cause i’m fighting a case (n*gga)
as soon as i come out, i get on the ‘gram, and n*ggas jackin’ i got chased (grahh grahh, grahh grahh, on bro, n*gga)
on bro, that n*gga is cap, he never seen me before, n*ggas gotta be laced
i don’t understand why he lyin’ on tay, that’s why we smoke him to the face (grahh grahh, grahh grahh, grahh grahh boom, n*gga)
like, stop it
all that n*gga do is pop it (on bro)
he got shot and he still tryna pop sh*t
imm*imma take off like a rocket
’cause we got the key to this sh*t like a locksmith (word to my dead, n*gga)
none of them n*ggas is better than me, so i will not listen to none of that nonsense (on bro, grahh grahh boom)
he can get shot for jackin’ tdg, i really be out here movin’ like i’m thompson (grahh grahh, grahh grahh, grahh grahh boom)

[outro]
f*ck, n*gga
suck my whole d*ck you f*ckin’ f*ggot
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout, n*gga
get off my d*ck
you a f*ckin’ rat and you snitched

- nunnie da iii lyrics

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