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brocko - run it back lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, uh

[chorus]
okay, wait
back in the day, i had a lil’ old dream i’d blow up quick
why the f+ck they always up on my d+ck?
always gotta prove to you who i is
live a copycat, you don’t own your sh+t
quick mic jack on my polo sh+t
new boo tang, i don’t own that b+tch
bape drewski ’bout ownership
finna own my sh+t
uh, quick, run it back
i’m on my own and i’m chasin’ the sack
quit all this talkin’, i cannot hit that
i’m on the playlist, we bringin’ it back
gettin’ my deal and i’m makin’ it back
i’m for the culture, we cuttin’ the slack
f+ck on that ho and i nut on her back
and she callin’ me zaddy, i’m somebody’s dad
[verse]
b+tch, i’m a father
i want everything from hundreds to commas
stackin’ my bands, pray for the karma
who is your man? i don’t want the drama
i’m a path, i won’t say nada
callin’ me broke, but she whippin’ a honda
i’m on a roll, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout wanda
if i pull up, then you best got the vodka
i got some change and some room for a dollar
i’m feelin’ godly, but i’m not a scholar
graduate early, ain’t got the diplomas
so i’ma just chill out like i’m in a coma
call me young fetty ’cause i got the soda
jewelry fake, your sh+t lookin’ like yoda
some of y’all actin’ like you seen a ghost, but
i need a witness, not talkin’ jehova

[chorus]
okay, wait
back in the day, i had a lil’ old dream i’d blow up quick
why the f+ck they always up on my d+ck?
always gotta prove to you who i is
live a copycat, you don’t own your sh+t
quick mic jack on my polo sh+t
new boo tang, i don’t own that b+tch
bape drewski ’bout ownership
finna own my sh+t
uh, quick, run it back
i’m on my own and i’m chasin’ the sack
quit all this talkin’, i cannot hit that
i’m on the playlist, we bringin’ it back
gettin’ my deal and i’m makin’ it back
i’m for the culture, we cuttin’ the slack
f+ck on that ho and i nut on her back
and she callin’ me zaddy, i’m somebody’s dad
[verse]
b+tch, i’m a father
i want everything from hundreds to commas
stackin’ my bands, pray for the karma
who is your man? i don’t want the drama
i’m a path, i won’t say nada
callin’ me broke, but she whippin’ a honda
i’m on a roll, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout wanda
if i pull up, then you best got the vodka
i got some change and some room for a dollar
i’m feelin’ godly, but i’m not a scholar
graduate early, ain’t got the diplomas
so i’ma just chill out like i’m in a coma
call me young fetty ’cause i got the soda
jewelry fake, your sh+t lookin’ like yoda
some of y’all actin’ like you seen a ghost, but
i need a witness, not talkin’ jehova

[outro]
ayy



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