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mccandles – bring it back (feat. daddy trav) lyrics

i just need a check yeah
i just need a bag
yeah i need these racks
tryna run em up real fast
yeah i need a coupe with some digits on the dash
yeah i’m with my brother and we tryna get a bag
3 point buck yeah b+tch that’s a stag
3 blue hundreds on me b+tch and that’s a bag
i don’t give a f+ck tell you that a matter fact
but at the same time yeah i told her bring it back
bring it back baby

bring it back
bending back her legs now she looking like dak
told her like that, lil b+tch it’s like that
hit him with the tax, lil b+tch with the tactics
yeah we out here with the bad sh+t
pull up rеal deep on them banshees
rough ryder type sh+t, dmx
you don’t know my damiеn
sh+t get wicked
she get real wicked
come through b+tch you splig get wit i mean
your wig get split
sorry i come through on some extra
triple x with that sh+t when sh+t get electric
she lovin’ all that sh+t
i might need a camera
for the way i’m in your panties girl
come through with that extra baby
we main character not extra girl
that sh+t different bout us
you know you see that sh+t bout us girl
you don’t talk sh+t bout us
they try bout they don’t get no shots up yeah
you don’t really talk sh+t about us ay
i would not talk sh+t about us yeah
and the b+tches love us so they shout us out
and why i don’t give a f+ck is cause we put it in her mouth
where we from baby girl?
yeah the dirty south
and it’s ok i asked you yeah
if i could eat you out
but if i can’t i take you down south
not with my mouth ay
but anyway scratch that
yeah the b+tch ass so fat
when she throw it back
yeah it throw me back
so i threw a rack
yeah i prolly threw a rack
and jacob got some grass
so he prolly just gone tax
and we smoking on that gas
yeah smoking on that gas
others call it thrax yeah
but i just call it pack ay
anyways i miss my brother
yeah his name hak ay ay
ay we can’t run it back ay
i been some slow motion f+ckin’ with your b+tch ay
heard he wanna talk
punch him now he gotta stitch
yeah you a b+tch yeah
heard you a snitch
prolly end up in a ditch ay
and he made a wish ay
i can’t grant it
yeah i pull up and they panic
yeah they want static like stanley
b+tch i feel like steamer
b+tch i pull up and redeem her
i don’t give f+ck, f+ck her, i’m a dreamer ay
b+tch i can’t pimp you out, put it in your mouth
i don’t give a f+ck yeah we from the dirty south
punch you in your sh+t and you prolly just say ouch
baby girl come here yeah put it in your mouth

- mccandles lyrics

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