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rbe – double back lyrics

[intro]
paupa got beats, making history, on–on–on–on god

[verse 1: lil noonie]
behind this gang sh+t, you n+ggas knowin’ how i’m steppin’ (steppin’)
real reputable n+ggas, approved in our section (section)
percs got me outer sp+ce, feeling like [?] ([?])
and we ain’t comin’ to the venue, we can’t get these tec’s in (n+gga)
and don’t ever think we short, we got all kind of weapons (keep ’em)
glocks, ar’s, ‘k’s, and dracs, and them smith & wesson’s
them n+ggas feelin’ like they up, we gon’ teach ’em a lesson (nerds)
i press play, my youngins drop a hundred where he restin’ (hundred)
who said we wasn’t outside? it ain’t hard to come get me (‘side, n+gga)
keep some extras ’cause we phonkin’ with the whole city
ebk the gang, the suckers knowin’ how we drillin’ (f+ck suckers)
got n+ggas stayin’ out of state ’cause he know i’ma get ’em
noon with the fifty, t.o. with the baby drac’ (huh)
one+nine with fully, plus bizzle, we gon’ make it shake (yeah)
nah, we don’t play, bounce out, trip in broad day (broad day)
feeling like [?], stand over where that n+gga lay (lit ’em)
fmj’s in the .40 rearrange his face (boom, b–boom)
mask on ’cause these n+ggas snitchin’, i can’t catch a case (h+ll nah)
do the race, the judge steady throwin’ ten in my face (ten?)
still thuggin’ ’cause that playin’ cool sh+t feel out of place
straight up out the ‘jects, where it go down at that backend (we in the ‘jects, n+gga)
the last trip got the clique sick, where my brother dre? (where dre?)
n+ggas talkin’ crazy on the ‘net, i peep what they say (p+ssy)
everything a game ’til moms cryin’ over n+ggas’ grave (huh)
[verse 2: lil sheik]
ain’t gotta say it, n+ggas know it’s up with me
you touch a hundred, make sure you go tuck fifty
who said we ain’t outside? b+tch, we still up in the ‘jects
you n+ggas never ride, y’all ain’t pull a skit yet
ridin’ with this fully, swervin’ in this ss
chop’ up in the coupe, rollers on us? bend a left
used to thug over there, now i get through the s
watch how you approach me, you’ll get left where you stand
i’m the type to run up a hundred with no plan
we can get this money, just me, you, and your friend
she gon’ pay us both, she think me and noon twins
f+ck what you n+ggas talkin’, we the real tutu land

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