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nunnie da iii - i'm back lyrics

[intro]
grahh, n+gga
f+ck?
n+ggas keep playin’ wit’ me
like, feel me?
why everybody keep playin’ wit’ me?
n+gga know and everyone wanna play
(nah, harry, you buggin’)
i don’t play with n0body

[chorus]
aight, i’m back (n+gga)
i gotta watch what i say ’cause i’m fighting a case (n+gga)
as soon as i come out, i get on the ‘gram, and n+ggas jackin’ i got chased (grahh grahh, grahh grahh, on bro, n+gga)
on bro, that n+gga is cap, he never seen me before, n+ggas gotta be laced
i don’t understand why he lyin’ on tay, that’s why we smoke him to the face (grahh grahh, grahh grahh, grahh grahh boom, n+gga)
like, stop it
all that n+gga do is pop it (on bro)
he got shot and he still tryna pop sh+t
imm+imma take off like a rocket
’cause we got the key to this sh+t like a locksmith (word to my dead, n+gga)
none of them n+ggas is better than me, so i will not listen to none of that nonsense (on bro, grahh grahh boom)
he get shot for jackin’ tdg, i really be out here movin’ like i’m thompson (grahh grahh, grahh grahh, grahh grahh boom)

[verse]
for all of that cappin’ and sh+t for the ‘gram
you need to go let off some shots for your mans
ma+masked up, we don’t care about the cams
he thought i ain’t have it, it was in my pants
my cousin an opp, then i’m boomin’ the fam
n+none of the sh+t that we totin’ gon’ jam
never been a rookie, shoot with double hands
why fno n+ggas keep movin’ like fans?
none of the disses they makin’ gon’ work
i’m tryna park up and shoot up they turf
they know how i get when i get in the pocket, i be throwin’ bullets like i’m jalen hurts
as soon as i threw, i watched all them disperse
boomer a dummy, he went out the worst
we+we should’ve packed [?]
anybody push up, imma up it first
n+ggas be tryna trick me out my spot
freedom keep actin’ like somethin’ he not
n+gga spent his valentine’s day with a thot
you the reason [?] even gettin’ locked
this n+gga a rat
i don’t want beef, i take everything back
tayk, aggy, it got me smacked
get off my d+ck and go let of ya gat, n+gga
[chorus]
aight, i’m back (n+gga)
i gotta watch what i say ’cause i’m fighting a case (n+gga)
as soon as i come out, i get on the ‘gram, and n+ggas jackin’ i got chased (grahh grahh, grahh grahh, on bro, n+gga)
on bro, that n+gga is cap, he never seen me before, n+ggas gotta be laced
i don’t understand why he lyin’ on tay, that’s why we smoke him to the face (grahh grahh, grahh grahh, grahh grahh boom, n+gga)
like, stop it
all that n+gga do is pop it (on bro)
he got shot and he still tryna pop sh+t
imm+imma take off like a rocket
’cause we got the key to this sh+t like a locksmith (word to my dead, n+gga)
none of them n+ggas is better than me, so i will not listen to none of that nonsense (on bro, grahh grahh boom)
he can get shot for jackin’ tdg, i really be out here movin’ like i’m thompson (grahh grahh, grahh grahh, grahh grahh boom)

[outro]
f+ck, n+gga
suck my whole d+ck you f+ckin’ f+ggot
f+ck you talkin’ ’bout, n+gga
get off my d+ck
you a f+ckin’ rat and you snitched

- nunnie da iii lyrics

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