
eli fross - back from the dead lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
i’m back from the dead (b+tch i’m back from the dead)
grr, pow
[chorus]
falayo, falayo, b+tch i’m back from the dead
who is them n+ggas that’s talkin’ on bro like a sweet, don’t make bro hop off a peg
n+ggas get left in the strip, left in the whip, fiends come pick up the rest
watchin’ him roll in the sh+t, he low for the sh+t, now he a new soul to collect
grr
don’t lack in that party lil n+gga we comin’ to vibe
he was dancin’ ’til he felt the nine’
it’s all beef until you see him fried
huh, and i don’t give a f+ck with you jacks [dont f+ck who you beat?]
i’m like micheal myers with the skeet, it’s a moviе when i’m in them streets
[continued verse]
n+ggas is sweet
on the bros if it’s lit wе could meet
like a fish you get left in the sea, these bullets gon’ [track?] like i hopped out the g
we don’t see [em and we know and repeat?]
after i was [out?] turned to a creep
and the [finny?] i keep me a g, these n+ggas be hot and i pop out a [c?]
in the cold you get shot through the coat
f+ck the v walk ’em down with a pole
some of his opps i don’t know just smoke the [?]
all the opps gettin’ packed in the [spoze?]
if you with him get packed with your bro
why i’m living i stuck to our goal, you say that this war on the block gon’ explode
grrah, grrah
uh, i don’t got time for the talk, you wait til’ you get money then beat it
uh, shorty keep callin’ my line and i don’t really f+ck just skeet it
uh, n+ggas gon’ talk on the net until i go cut off your breathin’
uh, don’t make bro come ’round the block you know you gon’ lace his sneakers
[intermission]
uh, i don’t got time for the talk, you wait til’ you get money then beat it
uh, shorty keep callin’ my line and i don’t really f+ck just skeet it
uh, n+ggas gon’ talk on the net until i go cut off your breathin’
uh, don’t make bro come ’round the block you know you gon’ lace his sneakers
[chorus]
uh, falayo, falayo, b+tch i’m back from the dead
who is them n+ggas that’s talkin’ on bro like a sweet, don’t make bro hop off a peg
n+ggas get left in the strip, left in the whip, fiends come pick up the rest
watchin’ him roll in the sh+t, he low for the sh+t, now he a new soul to collect
grr
don’t lack in that party lil n+gga we comin’ to vibe
he was dancin’ ’til he felt the nine’
it’s all beef until you see him fried
huh, and i don’t give a f+ck with you jacks [dont f+ck who you beat?]
i’m like micheal myers with the skeet, it’s a movie when i’m in them streets
[outro]
falayo, falayo, falayo
i’m like micheal myers with the skeet, it’s a movie when i’m in them streets
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