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jayy brown & lb spiffy - back again lyrics

[intro: jayy brown]
(his name is sean)
yeah

[chorus: jayy brown]
they gon’ take me out retirement, the boss, ain’t no firin’ him
i’m hot, call the fireman, i might have to silence ’em
she wanna f+ck with an african, real fine boy, real ten out of ten
heard jayy brown rappin’ again, tell a friend to tell a friend
they gon’ call you broski, but be plottin’ low+key
man, them n+ggas corny, yeah, i don’t fear no man
only god could judge me, no time to be comfy
gotta get that money, yeah, uh

[verse 1: jayy brown]
know the game vеry well, i be skippin’ chapters (skip, skip, skip, skip)
was ahеad of me then, don’t be checkin’ me after (uh)
let’s go, tell ’em i need my sp+ce, no nasa (tell ’em i need my sp+ce like what?)
yeah, hop in the rolls, go ghost like casper (yeah)
they gon’ say i owe ’em ’cause i’m lit and they still ain’t, i’m p+ssed (nah)
b+tch, i ain’t lamar, you ain’t gettin’ sh+t, you ain’t gettin’ sh+t
sad to say them n+ggas got hate in they blood, them n+ggas p+ssed (them n+ggas p+ssed)
low+key, i got an a1, i would’ve took your b+tch
i seen it, i know it (know it), i get it, i blow it (blow it)
a rapper, a poet (poet), he spazzin’, he goated
when i’m feelin’ down, i still know i’m chosen
that’s how i be copin’, take that sh+t and focus (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
[verse 2: lb spiffy]
hop out a car, now we ghost sh+t
you know that lb do the most sh+t (skrrt)
n+ggas talkin’, but don’t pull up (pull up)
baby+ass n+gga, need pull+ups (pull+ups)
smokin’, i’m smokin’ that good stuff (skrrt)
she throw it back on some hood stuff
baby girl, she got turned to a freak
she bad, she geekin’ (yeah, yeah)
do good, i’ma put you on fleek (yeah, yeah)
stack the money ’cause sh+t ain’t cheap (yeah, yeah)
all that talkin’ on the ‘net, we gon’ creep (skrrt, skrrt)
you already know how we be, b+tch
get the guap ’til my team lit (’til my team lit)
brodie pop out the cut with like three sticks
n+ggas rats, they be eatin’ on cheesesticks (yeah, yeah)
but you should already know that (yeah, yeah)
n+ggas, they fake, they show that (yeah, yeah)
give me that bread, gotta owe back
sh+t get crazy on my ends
you should already know who we are, we skrrt ’round in a high+end
they already know who we are, but these lil’ n+ggas think they hidin’ (skrrt)

- jayy brown lb spiffy lyrics

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