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lirik lagu i’m back – tle cinco

[intro]
ayy
ayy
(why is this beat so complex?)
ayy, don’t play with me, nah
big cinc’ control of the mob
f*cked up like, “who to rob?”
ayy
ayy
ayy
[chorus]
ayy, don’t play with me, nah
i f*cked up like, “who to rob?”
big cinc’ control of the mob
ayy, hood n*gga, i’m a real*deal star (let’s go)
can’t f*ck with gucci, can’t talk in the car (ayy)
for bpd, they know i’m hard
walk an opp, his ass ain’t even charge, want me to cut my charge (gang)
five percent tint, she hittin’ that head, but i’m still gon’ park, let’s go (skrrt)
1017, i ride my throat
balmain, can’t cuff no ho
balmain, ain’t stole my flow, let’s go
sick of a b*tch, send seven ’bout a g.o.a.t‎.‎
mantain good aim, shoot like a pro’
mantain, i can’t go broke (ayy, ayy)

[verse 1]
chop it up, slow it down
fully hit, they on the ground (grrt)
fully hit, a hundred*round (grrt)
sh*t all got low at the crowd (grrt, let’s go)
cinco a g, ain’t stole my style
i’m in the booth on ten right now
ice hittin’ hard, this sh*t like, “baow”
i pop so quick like, “how?” gang
showtime, gang, feel like i’m prime
book a show, we goin’ down
b*tch, i’m the sh*t, needa check my bike
i milk the game like cows do
all up, these n*ggas ridin’ and ’round
locked up, got out, they still ain’t ’round
no halloween, he still a clown
strapped the hip from the ground, d*mn (ayy)
[chorus]
ayy, don’t play with me, nah (ayy)
i f*cked up like, “who to rob?”
big cinc’ control of the mob
ayy, hood n*gga, i’m a real*deal star (ayy, ayy)
can’t f*ck with gucci, can’t talk in the car
for bpd, they know i’m hard
walk an opp, his ass ain’t even charge, want me to cut my charge (ayy)
five percent tint, she hittin’ that head, but i’m still gon’ park, let’s go (skrrt)
1017, i ride my throat
balmain, can’t cuff no ho (no way)
balmain, ain’t stole my flow, let’s go
sick of a b*tch, send seven ’bout a g.o.a.t‎.‎ (ayy)
mantain good aim, shoot like a pro’ (ayy)
mantain, i can’t go broke (ayy, hey, ayy)

[verse 2]
ayy, mantain, i can’t go broke, let’s go
three hundred racks ‘fore i heard ’bout a ‘yo
three hundred racks ‘fore i stepped on a ‘yo (on god)
these n*ggas real*deal broke (let’s go, gang)
put on a ten, gotta turn up my folk
can’t cuff, big cinc’ want both, gang (ayy)
f*ck on a ho, put her out ’cause she slow
f*ck on a ho, put her out, she broke, let’s go
trap jump, i’m on the road (ayy)
big cinco pass out these ‘bows (ayy)
i can’t walk, my pockets swole
b*tch ask for the lo’, no, gang
diamond boy like johnny dang
i had cash before the fame
can’t cuff if she can’t move these things
can’t cuff, b*tch, i got a main, gang (ayy)
1017, i feel like wop
grrt, ayy, it’s a switch on the glock
these n*ggas six plus six, they cops
run up on me, get popped, ayy (ah)
show on the ville, might pull up on flock (ayy)
he don’t say, cinco flock, gang (ayy)
stop this sh*t, boy, i’m straight off the block (ayy)
and gangster, d*ck in the glock (ayy), gang

- tle cinco

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