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goin back 2 ella - yeat lyrics

[intro]
i just hit ny
it was on a private jet flight
going back to la, going back to la
finna go to la
finna call my twiz up

[chorus]
going back to la
b*tch, i’m going back to la
i spent a week in ny but i’m going back to la, going back to la
i got some pints on the way and some percs on the way, so i’m going back to la
i got a couple of vibes that’s gon’ slide to the crib and eat a lil’ supper
yeah, i woke up when it’s night, finna boot off the xans, i go to sleep when i see the sun
i hit the double r dealership, i got a rolls royce umbrella, yeah
bring back the coupe, i ain’t feeling it
high with the gods then i’m up ’til infinity, yeah
maison margiela that b*tch, i went and put paint on her face
all of my twizzies been running this sh*t the f*ck up every day, they can’t keep up the pace
i’m in a mansion by myself
and the cologne came from ysl
f*cking this b*tch [?] she can’t contain herself

[verse]
b*tch, you know what’s going on
b*tch, you know who going up, yeah
all my brothers know what’s up, yeah
b*tch, i always run it up, yeah
[?]
b*tch, all i do is run it up
b*tch, i took the coupe to the telly and valet
b*tch, i got [?]
all of my diamonds is flawless
i left the bank, i ain’t make no deposit
[?] my twizzy went off then i’m pulling up with a 556
and you would’ve thought i would been the one that died but the gun got the tits on it
i only rap ’bout the sh*t that i do, i live
i sip on the wock’, i don’t sip on no [?]
i can’t even say that they fell off ’cause they ain’t even get on
yeah, they wanna sit back and talk sh*t, they don’t got nothing to p*ss on
called up eliantte, canary diamonds, all them p*ssed on
called up my wrists and told ’em i’m finna put a hundred thousand on ’em
yeah, my ap speaking in french, that b*tch got baguettes on it
i ain’t rocking no twenties, no fifties, no old hundreds, yeah, new blue hundreds, yeah, all that’s on me
i done lost my grills [?] took a loss on it
[?]
[?] jabroni why they capping ’bout they rapping they ain’t even live ’bout
yeah, i been doing this sh*t for so d*mn long, i done learned everything
[chorus]
going back to la
b*tch, i’m going back to la
i spent a week in ny but i’m going back to la, going back to la
i got some pints on the way and some percs on the way, so i’m going back to la
i got a couple of vibes that’s gon’ slide to the crib and eat a lil’ supper
yeah, i woke up when it’s night, finna boot off the xans, i go to sleep when i see the sun
i hit the double r dealership, i got a rolls royce umbrella, yeah
bring back the coupe, i ain’t feeling it
high with the gods then i’m up ’til infinity, yeah
maison margiela that b*tch, i went and put paint on her face
all of my twizzies been running this sh*t the f*ck up every day, they can’t keep up the pace
i’m in a mansion by myself
and the cologne came from ysl
f*cking this b*tch [?] she can’t contain herself

- yeat lyrics

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