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jay5ive - i'm back lyrics

[intro]
graah, graah
ttgz do—
b+tch, i’m back
like, graah, graah
better get out the way
better get out the way
graah, graah, graah+graah

[chorus]
she on my d+ck tryna see where i live
i’d be a fool to let her in my home
she be like ”jay5ive, i know what you did”
she tryna get somethin’ on me, i know
she on the woo party in wit’ them n+ggas
i hope she ready to line michael row
i’m on they block wit’ my gun and my mask
i’m tryna find out, like, where is they bros?

[verse]
d+mn, they in my head tryna tell me “bro, no”
thеy posted a fl!ck, i pulled up at they lo’
n+gga, you cannot tеll me i don’t
i’m on columbus, just me and my pole
she threw it back while i’m bustin’ this sh+t
get out the way, i start uppin’ this sh+t
ran into drako, he runnin’ and sh+t
and when n+ggas see me, they start bluffin’ and sh+t
bro, i got them duckin’ they sh+t
f+ck it, up on his mother and sh+t
mattsav dead, gutta and sh+t
f+ck it, up on his brother and sh+t
he said to say relly, we say edot babyy
put a gun to his head, word to bro, n+gga’s crazy
let us see bloodie, like, brodie amaze me
he catch a shot if he think he gon’ play me
shots to his back, callin’ him brady
like+like, he tried to play, watch him drop
why he act tough? n+ggas know that he not
if it’s you and me, let’s go gun for gun
word to my deads, you won’t get out the spot
oh, she tryna throw that sh+t back on my c+ck
she think she lo’ ’cause she f+ck wit’ the opps
if you try to line me and i catch that body, word to my deads you won’t get off that bloc
like, she think i trust her a lot
backshots, i’m tryna beat up the box
if i come to your crib, i’m not leavin’ my glock
they said “free dudeylo, mr. shot+after+shot”
shoutout sugarhill mel, that was shot after shot
if it’s you and me, better show what you got
n+gga, you jus’ gon’ go wit’ your pops
like, i really get active, right off the wocks
don’t gotta tell n0body how i bop
rossy shot, he took that on the hop
broad day on the knicks, tryna back out and flock
ray balla buggin’, he losing his mind
heard he talk brazy, money could never be mine
i’ma creep up, or slowly get up from behind
like, i bet that this bullet gon’ go through his spine
like, he throwin’ one? i throw a ton
they copy my flow, all them n+ggas my sons
(next n+gga say “[?]”, the sole n+gga done)
bet i still walk through that block wit’ my gun
green beam on his back, red dot on his front
eli on the phone tryna breathe through his lungs
can’t handle weight, like i’m not the one
who [?] walk him down by the end of this month
[chorus]
she on my d+ck tryna see where i live
i’d be a fool to let her in my home
she be like “jay5ive, i know what you did”
she tryna get somethin’ on me, i know
she on the woo party in wit’ them n+ggas
i hope she ready to line michael row
i’m on they block wit’ my gun and my mask
i’m tryna find out, like, where is they bros?

- jay5ive lyrics

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