yeat deluxer - back homë lyrics
[intro]
(i+i’m—)
(i+i+i’m working on dying)
(bnyx)
[chorus]
i don’t fly no jet, i flew it to milan (uh, uh, mm)
i’ma take another perc’, i’ma take another bar
i’ma pass every test, i’ma pass every car (uh, uh, mm)
got a whole lotta diamonds, got a whole lotta stars (uh, uh, mm)
(mm, mm, oh, oh) back in the day, i was swervin’ the motherf+ckin’ po’
(mm, mm, oh, oh) back in the day, i was slangin’ that sh+t, go home
back in the day, i was hatin’, now i think y’all broke
(mm, mm, oh, oh) now i just pull up the shots and i rock out at shows
now i get paid ’bout a couple of m’s for some shows
(mm, mm, oh, oh) now i had to ride ’round the city with a couple of thugs
now i had to ride ’round the city, i’m ridin’ the rolls
(mm, mm, oh, oh) no, this sh+t do not feel different, i’m back in my city, i’m back in my city, i’m back
(mm, mm, oh, oh) i been flyin’ around the world, yeah, i been hoppin’ on planes and i do not feel litty, i need to get litty
(mm, mm, oh, oh) i’m cuppin’ a couple of percs and some griddy, i’m takin’ a motherf+ckin’ ecstasy
(mm, mm, oh, oh) yeah, i’m gon’ turn up you b+tches, you gon’ suck on this sh+t, you gon’ suck up, no turnin’, this willin’
[verse]
yeah, yeah, yeah
every time i feel like this, that feel so weird
promise nine times out of ten, you ain’t with me, you get stabbed
never made enough room, same thing, you know i keep a strap
promise nine times out of ten, you ain’t ever make it back
got a big dumb watch, dumb b+tches, got a patek in the back
try to watch all my swag, tryna take my swag
how you tryna jack my style? tryna take that back
[chorus]
i don’t fly no jet, i flew it to milan (uh, uh, mm)
i’ma take another perc’, i’ma take another bar
i’ma pass every test, i’ma pass every car (uh, uh, mm)
got a whole lotta diamonds, got a whole lotta stars (uh, uh, mm)
(mm, mm, oh, oh) back in the day, i was swervin’ the motherf+ckin’ po’
(mm, mm, oh, oh) back in the day, i was slangin’ that sh+t, go home
back in the day, i was hatin’, now i think y’all broke
(mm, mm, oh, oh) now i just pull up the shots and i rock out at shows
now i get paid ’bout a couple of m’s for some shows
(mm, mm, oh, oh) now i had to ride ’round the city with a couple of thugs
now i had to ride ’round the city, i’m ridin’ the rolls
(mm, mm, oh, oh) no, this sh+t do not feel different, i’m back in my city, i’m back in my city, i’m back
(mm, mm, oh, oh) i been flyin’ around the world, yeah, i been hoppin’ on planes and i do not feel litty, i need to get litty
(mm, mm, oh, oh) i’m cuppin’ a couple of percs and some griddy, i’m takin’ a motherf+ckin’ ecstasy
(mm, mm, oh, oh) yeah, i’m gon’ turn up you b+tches, you gon’ suck on this sh+t, you gon’ suck up, no turnin’, this willin’
[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
every time i feel like this, that feel so weird
promise nine times out of ten, you ain’t with me, you get stabbed
never made enough room, same thing, you know i keep a strap
promise nine times out of ten, you ain’t ever met the back
got a big dumb watch, dumb b+tches, got a patek in the back
try to watch all my swag, tryna take my swag
how you tryna jack my style? tryna take that back
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