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bravoo hunnidz – going back lyrics

[intro]
ulicookup

[hook]
i’ma turn into michael jackson just to show these n+ggas who’s back
you don’t gotta throw a hissy fit every time to show that you mad
you doing things out of spite and i see it and that sh+t sad
if that’s my brother, whatever i get, we split in half
b+tch, i’m here like we taking attendance for class
i’ma hit that b+tch from the rim then i told her i gotta blast
i be smoking on that stink but these n+ggas be smoking that gas
i would kick it with you n+ggas but i’m sorry, i’ma have to pass
like donovan mitch+ll, i’ma come through shooting like i play for the jazz
i know that he ain’t got it but he still tryna brag
you knew the consequences so i can’t cut you no slack
don’t know where we left off, i know thеre ain’t no going back

[verse]
serena and vеnus, came in with them racks
just like a traveler, i got me a pack
just like a trucker, i’m seeing the cap
she a full course meal, she not no snack
b+tch homemade like i made it from scratch
just like a bag, i came with a strap
thought he was high, he just needed a nap
i’m off of this weed and i almost collapsed
say you wanna leave but you kinda feel trapped
he was in the lead but i’m closing the gap
n+gga’s wanna play up but he get slapped
he gon’ get chipped, shot right in the back
’cause he’s tryna run but this sh+t won track
being that dog, he can sniff out the cat
i was in the hills with dj phat
florida boy like kodak black
we had them p’s, me and [?] in the trap
just like hands, we gon’ get you clapped
she is a dog, she is a brat
we gon’ [?] for a [?]
i’m plugged in like a iphone jack
only thing ’bout death, can’t bring them back
i got the bands with my brothers like [?]
tryna be [?] how your chain get sn+tched
these b+tches be sour just like the pack
ain’t telling no lies ’cause these straight facts
like a [?] i’m the perfect [?]
like i’m second in line, i know i’m up next
feeling kinda sore, i ain’t come here to flex
they just took the whip so i can’t stress
[hook]
i’ma turn into michael jackson just to show these n+ggas who’s back
you don’t gotta throw a hissy fit every time to show that you mad
you doing things out of spite and i see it and that sh+t sad
if that’s my brother, whatever i get, we split in half
b+tch, i’m here like we taking attendance for class
i’ma hit that b+tch from the rim then i told her i gotta blast
i be smoking on that stink but these n+ggas be smoking that gas
i would kick it with you n+ggas but i’m sorry, i’ma have to pass
like donovan mitch+ll, i’ma come through shooting like i play for the jazz
i know that he ain’t got it but he still tryna brag
you knew the consequences so i can’t cut you no slack
don’t know where we left off, i know there ain’t no going back

- bravoo hunnidz lyrics

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