big mali - comeback lyrics
[intro]
ayy
mali, it’s mali, b-tch
nsb, gang, gang
[verse]
bad b-tches with me and they gettin’ drunk as f-ck (zooted)
b-tch talk sh-t, know she get her face f-cked
no sleep, 3am, b-tch you know we still up (what?)
i don’t give a f-ck about no ho, you know i’m tucked (for real)
down in the h, we’ll get down, do crime on prive’
give b-tches st-tches or somethin’
252, b-tch i don’t hide, x-9 my slide
side if we with it or somethin’
two twin forties and a lil’ nine, hangtime
pop out, sh-t’ll get wicked or somethin’
b-tches act tough, now they runnin’ (what?)
sayin’ we p-ssy for jumpin’ (so?)
but if my b-tch clappin’, i’m pumpin’ (for real)
and the chopper make b-tches start crumpin’ (it do)
and my check, it come, know it’s fat, need my racks
get the cash in my pockets, i’m thumbin’ (i am)
and we don’t do talkin’ no more ’cause it’s cappin’
it’s foo, we don’t argue with dummies (we don’t)
and my life a movie, you goofy and stupid
i swear on my mama, hoes funny
’cause look, n-ggas talk they sh-t but i’m the realest out (i am)
and you so tough behind your phone, in person watch your mouth (you do)
and gunplay, if you really want it, b-tch let’s have it out (rrah)
and we don’t argue, pop-ups, walk-ups, b-tch we at your house
’cause look, mali on this beat, i’m a fool with the stick (yeah)
b-tch talk sh-t, put the tool on the b-tch
i don’t give a f-ck about who with the b-tch (nah)
spray the whole gang, blood pool, then i dip
eat a b-tch up like food type of sh-t (what?)
leave b-tches hidin’ in the room type of sh-t (what?)
f-ck your sh-t up, deadpool type of sh-t (i did)
leave my choppers hangin’ out the roof type of sh-t (huh?)
b-tches talk sh-t ’bout a b-tch
turn around, try to act like we cool type of sh-t (fake b-tch)
b-tches be hoes, hit my bros ’cause they on
hit they phone, then they ask what the moves type of sh-t
n-ggas be broke, f-ckin’ jokes, no hoes
still tryna make plays at the school type of sh-t
n-ggas false claim, they ain’t gang, can’t hang
play p-ssy, get f-cked with a deuce type of sh-t, ayy
car go vroom, you know that i’m speedin’
i’ll tell you my background, you wouldn’t believe it
pacific my neck and my wrist aquafina (splash)
i pour up a liter, you know that i’m leanin’
f-ck all my exes, your new b-tch an eater
and i got the heater if you wanna meet it (i do)
if i let you meet her then she just might sleep you
send you a soft and a good look, gon’ greet you
hot as a stove, bro put me on
f-ck all these b-tches, leave n-ggas alone (f-ck ’em)
walk out the house, know i’m clutchin’ the chrome (i am)
if you f-ck me over, i’m f-ckin’ your dome
high as a kite and i’m fly as a drone
glock with a d-ck, f-ck the b-tch, make her moan
come get your n-gga from callin’ my phone (for real)
i can count money all day long (i can)
run up on gang, you know that you stupid
big f&n and my brothers gon’ use it
all of my youngins ain’t reckless, they ruthless
b-tch you know i f-ck it up with the music
your ho just mad ’cause she know she can’t do it (she know)
f-ck up this money, stack mama a biscuit (i do)
broski got time, only check with no issue
it’s only right that i take off
b-tch i’ll be d-mned if he come out the cell
and he found that his sister just took a loss, nah
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