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paygotti - fight back lyrics

[intro]
ohhh, 27 club
alright gang, lets really nail it this time; here we go
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[chorus]
ugh, okay; okay
they callin’ me a bully, how i’m on these n+ggas neck
creepin’ through the night, i’m on they block with nike takin’ sweats
baby sent the drop, i grab my glock; instead i got the rev
if i sent a blitz, my doggy catch him like we playin’ fetch
yhea yhea, if we spark the phone then we gon’ get the job done
trust me
brother you are not no stepper till you pop somethin’
you drivin’ down a blade nd’ starin’; b+tch i’m tryina knock one
postin’ bl!ck like we still ain’t gunna slide, that sh+t ain’t gon’ stop none

exotic suckers in my wood, that make me levitate
b+tch you outta pocket, sellin’ coochie when you know it stank
brought the hoe some hair nd’ pair of heels but that was pocket change

aye, aye, that was a light bag
baby toot that sh+t up one more time, i kinda like that; slap the sh+t up out him didn’t yo momma tell you fight back?
push up up on his ass, nd’ leave him flat like a ipad
remember days when i was clockin’ dollars offa dime bags
yhea, b+tch; but i’m a trophy now
think i might just give his b+tch the world if baby hold me down
if i like your post on instagram, don’t mean we homies now
don’t jump inside these waters with no floaties, gon’ for surely drown

callin’ me a bully how i’m on these n+ggas necks
creepin’ through the night, i’m on they block with nike takin’ sweats
baby sent a drop, i grab my glock; instead i got the rev
if i sent a blitz, my doggy catch him like we playin’ fetch
yhea yhea, if we spark the phone then we gon’ get the job done
trust me
brother you are not no stepper till you pop somethin’
you drivin’ down a blade nd’ starin’; b+tch i’m tryina knock one

postin’ bl!ck like we still ain’t gunna slide, that sh+t ain’t gon’ stop none
exotic suckers in my wood, that make me levitate
b+tch you outta pocket, sellin’ coochie when you know it stank
brought the hoe some hair nd’ pair of heels but that was pocket change
aye, aye, that was a light bag
baby toot that sh+t up one more time, i kinda like that; slap the sh+t up out him didn’t yo momma tell you fight back?
push up up on his ass, nd’ leave him flat like a ipad
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- paygotti lyrics

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