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traxamillion - bring it back lyrics

[intro]
yeah, it’s traxamillion, baby
turn it up, uh+huh
turn it up, now that’s slap
in the club, in the club, in the club, in the club
turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, now that’s slap

[verse 1]
yeah, black tees (tees), white shoes (uh+huh)
stuntin’ in the club, wildin’ with my goons (yeah)
diamonds in my grill, mama lookin’ cool (cool)
slide up the bar next to boo, how you? (hi)
high yellow, she come from new orleans
look like banana pudding in them apple bottom jeans
the name’s traxamilli’ (ayy), king of my city (ayy)
guess who got the land of philly? girl, what’s the deally?
(what’s the deally?)
rap star (star), local pop star (star)
eighteen stewy, wild out on a cop car (ayy)
i’m a factor (ayy, trax, we need a slapper)
producer with a rep like a rapper (like a rapper)
the kids love me, they run up in the mall (hi)
they got the eight+by+ten, i autograph ’em all
(can you sign my picture please?)
they gossip in the hall
little rippers talk about me in the bathroom stalls (ayy)
[chorus]
in the club (in the club), in the streets (in the streets)
on your radio, in your jeep (in your jeep)
turn it up (turn it up), now that’s slap (that’s slap)
tell the dj “bring it back” (bring it back)
bring it back (bring it back), bring it back (bring it back)
mr. dj, bring it back (bring it back)
bring it back (bring it back), bring it back (bring it back)
(i like this one right here, baby, listen)
mr. dj, bring it back

[verse 2]
i’m not a deep rapper, not a lot of content (nope)
man, i rap about clothes, hoes, and nonsense
if you ain’t got dreads, shake your forehead
you got a bald fade, n+gga, shake your bald head
stunna shades (shades), gouda in my pocket (yep)
red monkey jeans with the buddha on my pocket (buddha on m pocket)
we fall off in the club so stewy (stewy)
raguey, lookin’ for a brand new booty (booty)
shot of louis (shot of louis), make it two (make it two)
make it three (three?), we ain’t through (yeah)
you can catch me in the scr+per rollin’ k!ll (k!ll)
woofers in the trunk, got my speakers in the grille (grille)
paint job lookin’ like i spent a hundred mill’
had to cut the wheel well just to fit the wheel
traxamilli’ be the deally, you see it
i don’t need no vinyl, n+gga, i just mp3 it
[chorus]
in the club (in the club), in the streets (in the streets)
on your radio, in your jeep (in your jeep)
turn it up (turn it up), now that’s slap (that’s slap)
tell the dj “bring it back” (bring it back)
bring it back (bring it back), bring it back (bring it back)
mr. dj, bring it back (bring it back)
bring it back (bring it back), bring it back (bring it back)
mr. dj, bring it back

[outro]
in the club, in the club, in the club, in the club
turn it up, now that’s slap
turn it up, now that’s slap
in the club, in the club, in the club, in the club
turn it up, now that’s slap
yeah, yeah, funky fresh in the flesh
young fresh to death, ayy, ayy
traxamillion, slapp addict, baby
let’s go, 2009
in the club, in the club, in the club, in the club
turn it up

- traxamillion lyrics

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