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b.w.p. - comin' back strapped lyrics

tm = tanisha mich-lle
l = lyndah

intro:
[man]
say hoe, how ya doing?
[tm]
fine, motherf-cker, but your momma’s a goddam hoe!
[man]
what the f-ck you got to talk about my mother for, b-tch?
did i got to say something about your mother?
[tm]
you ain’t got no business to talk to me like that!
[man]
what the f-ck’s a matter with you
you stank p-ssy b-tch!
[tm]
you the stank p-ssy motherf-cker!
[man]
i ought to f-ck you up!
hold my bottle
[tm]
your mama got the stank p-ssy!
she ain’t washed her -ss since she had you, motherf-cker!
[man]
i ought to f-ck you up, b-tch!
shut the f-ck up!
get the f-ck off my block before i kick your -ss!
[tm]
you ain’t going to do sh-t, motherf-cker!
[man]
i ought to slap the sh-t out you, b-tch!
[tm]
you ain’t going to
(slap)
aaaahhhh!
aw sh-t, motherf-cker, you’re going to get f-cked up now!
you going to be hitting me and sh-t
you going to be hitting me
[man]
shut the f-ck up!
[tm]
just wait right here
just wait right here
me and my girls going to come back and f-ck all you all up!
[man]
shut the f-ck up!
yeah, right
[tm]
yeah, right
alright, motherf-cker, i got your d-ck right here
[man]
f-ck you!
[tm]
i’m a blow your motherf-cking -ss away!
[man]
aw, f-ck you!
f-ck you!

verse 1:
[tm]
one, two, three, and three, two, one
i’m going home to get my f-cking gun
you can call it a pistol, or call it a gat
plain and simple, i’m comin’ back strapped
’cause n-ggas like to act real stupid
and now i’m going to use it
don’t be on the corner when i drive by
there’s going to be a homicide
you ask how i’m doing, i told you fine
now you want to rap and waste my time
so yo, i keep on stepping
and n-ggas start disrespecting
they call me a b-tch and a hoe and a sl-t
man, that sh-t was f-cked up
[tm & l]
alright, alright
we going to get those motherf-ckers right now
[tm]
they say h-llo, and i say hi
it wasn’t like a big thing give a reply
the motherf-ckers kept on cussing
b-tch, you ain’t all that, they was bugging
i thought to myself, where will it end?
right there in front of all his friends
cussing me out, i was surrounded
goddam, i was dumfounded
what did i do to deserve this?
i was so scared, i almost p-ssed in my pants
’cause they was n-ggas with 40s in their hands
a motherf-cker threatened to gat me
another n-gga threatened to slap me
what the f-ck is this?
i was minding my own business
n-ggas be bugging
you got to let a n-gga know he ain’t been nothing
so i check they faces
and got a real good look
and next time i’m at the crib
i put the jammy in my pocketbook

chorus:
[tm & l]
all you motherf-ckers better watch your back
’cause we comin’ back strapped
(4x)

verse 2:
[l]
well i’m lyndah, and i’m back again
here to warn you and all your dumb -ss friends
all you bad n-ggas corner standing crack head brothers
you ain’t nothing but p-ssy motherf-ckers
i ain’t your average boulevard hoe
b-tches, do they kiss me?
[l & tm]
f-ck no!
[l]
’cause i got a whole mafia of n-ggas
one finger stuck to motherf-cking triggers
and i told you what they like to do
take out punk motherf-ckers like you
so yo, when the b-tches are stepping
just remember we got weapons
feed me, fear me, that’s a tip
’cause i’ll bust a cap in you, b-tch
i’m a let you know once, now look
i got something for you in my pocketbook
n-ggas be high off that o e
think that they can disrespect me
i’m a let you know, yo, i ain’t the one
b-tch like me got a f-cking gun
’cause i’m a crazy -ss b-tch
i don’t play that sh-t
so go ahead yo, and press your luck
’cause i’m crazy as f-ck
so before you start illing off eight ball
think twice, ’cause i’ll smoke all you all

chorus
(2x)

interlude:
[l]
hey lay low, slow up over there
are those the motherf-ckers over there?
[tm]
yeah, that’s them
[l]
alright, we’re gonna get the motherf-ckers
[tm]
yeah!
[l]
back the car up
[tm]
alright
[l]
aw, f-ck it, just go around the block
[tm]
sh-t
[l]
turn the radio down
[tm]
yeah, turn it down
[l]
through the light to the left
[tm]
alright
[l]
alright, here we go, you ready?
[tm]
yeah
[l]
don’t let anybody see you
[tm]
f-ck that, i want them to see me
yo!
[man]
what?
[tm]
yo, motherf-cker!
yeah, you remember me from from around here?
[man]
what the f-ck you want?
[tm]
yeah, motherf-cker, i got
what the f-ck i want?
i got something for your -ss!
(gun shots)
[man]
she shooting!
(tires squealing)

chorus:
(4x)

[tm & l]
f-ck no!

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