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lirik lagu comeback – stellyboy

[intro] “yea”

[verse]
no, i don’t flex like i’m rich
but you cheatin’ the game like a glitch
and yo female say she gotta itch
but she needa speak up jay critch

play with me find yo mom inna ditch
and we know that yo dude issa snitch
and if you act fake like a b-tch
you gon find out that i’m with the sh-ts

like i’m on some f-ckin’ laxatives
f-ck around and have an accident
these hoe’s fake, multifaceted
i’m with the storage, i’m capacitive

don’t play with me, i’m the man
say so and i’m callin’ my clan
kickin’ b-tches like i’m jackie chan
blowin’ up like i’m from pakistan

these bars comin’ 90 miles an hour
these how’s stank they need a take a shower
why yo female being f-ckin’ sour
i’m finna take her god d-mn flower

just playin’ imma virgin
got precision like a surgeon
y’all haters stay switchin’ lanes
and all i’m doin’ here is merging

[chorus]
yelling come back, come back
cuz i won dat, won dat
shoot and buss back, buss back
and they screamin’ f-ck that

i’m with that gucci gang, gang
these b-tches can’t hang
30 shots to ya brain
i’m popin’ the air like i’m aang

yelling come back, come back
cuz i won dat, won dat
shoot and buss back, buss back
and they screamin’ f-ck that

i’m with the gang gucci gang, gang
these b-tches can’t hang
30 shots to ya brain
i’m popin’ the air like i’m aang

[verse]
switch up the flow real quick
don’t know this sh-t
i’ll burn yo b-tch
i’m hittin’ a lick
her booty real thick
and she like to trip
white boy cool whip
like water, i drip
i’m taking her lip
recordin’ a flip
we takin’ a trip
pistol on my hip
unloadin’ a clip
reload and i dip

i cast my line, reel it in
collect my prize and do it again
life issa game, i’m playin’ to win
god please forgive me, for all of my sins

i’m moving fast like some sharks fins
f-ck with me and i’ll call the twins
i be freestylin’ like i got no pen
these childish dudes watchin’ ben 10

no i’m not playin’ no more (yah
she be actin’ like a how (yah)
and i guess i gotta go (yah)
you at work moppin’ the floor (yah)

sayin’ that she wanna show (me)
feed you shots till you’re o-bese
then she approached me, slowly
so i faded like im kobe

{chorus]
yellin’ come back, come back
cuz i won dat, won dat
shoot and buss back, buss back
and they screamin’ f-ck that

i’m with that gucci gang, gang
these b-tches can’t hang
30 shots to ya brain
i’m popin’ the air like i’m aang

yellin’ come back, come back
cuz i won dat, won dat
shoot and buss back, buss back
and they screamin’ f-ck that

i’m with the gang gucci gang, gang
these b-tches can’t hang
30 shots to ya brain
i’m popin’ the air like i’m aang

- stellyboy

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