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iamsu – back on your mind lyrics

feat. kool john & skipper

right back on your mind
that’s forever, no, that’s never gonna die
right back on your mind, back on your mind
i stay on my grind
that’s forever, no, that’s never gonna die
i stay on my grind, i stay on my grind

back on your mind
i love the cash and i say that all the time
i been on my g since lil wayne put out 500 degreez
you want a show, bro, you gonna have to pay me
don’t need a whip until i get my money
you know that’s all i believe
we in this b-tch, i swear to god we won’t leave
i love my squad, love my team
don’t love these hoes but i’m in love with that pink
sometimes i sit back and think
why everybody know me when i walk in the bank
and this still ain’t a game
never scared of you, n-gg-s, and we still ain’t afraid
’cause we still around the bay
they can hate if they want but we don’t care what they say
’cause i’m

yep, got my gang in this b-tch
stick to the fundamentals that i learned in the rich
oh, and you know i’mma shine
heart breakers we be the gang, i rep that sh-t all the time
yeah, and i’m bringing it back
got b-tches getting submissive up the hennessy black
the pic-sso of rap
suzy played me a banger and i said that’s a wrap
yep, i’m that n-gg- with juice
take her back to the crib, that b-tch know just what to do
i’m pulling up out the lot in something missing a roof
they tell that it’s impossible, i’m living the proof
i’m keeping them cookies rolling like a michelin do
bare leg got your b-tch getting loose
haters saying it ain’t fair, now they calling it truce
on the grind all the time, make her do what it do
oh, skipper

i threw a party and i’m selling it out
it ain’t about money then i make her reroute
you talking rap i’m the best of them out
my cash is getting straighter like i measured it out
i heard your b-tch was a d-ck pleaser
i make her knees crumble like bread pieces
the uber picking us up, my flow is super deluxe
got stupid kicks like i’m chuck
and i’m fresh off tour with a b-tch by the sh-r-
all the liquor get ’em poured up
you smell the weed in my pores
and i’m f-cking all the wh-r-s in the party
and it’s going up
a rap stars version of the black cart
jumped so many hurdles could have been a track star
f-cking around in my bmw
with su and p, with 3 old dubs

- iamsu lyrics

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