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young king - back in my ways lyrics

[verse 1: young king]
had to get back to in my ways
i might f-ck around and just back out the wraith
i had to bring the monster back out the cage
they want the old king from back in the days
f-ck a minimum wage
self made we don’t need any favors
i had run it up and fill up the safe
straight hunnits i just walked out the bank
in the panny the fill the tank
honey backwoods when i hit on the dank
f-ck ya b-tch and yea i give her that pain
d-ck in her mouth and its hittin’ her brain
in the foreign switching lanes
back in the days yeah remember them days
catching them robberies, hittin’ them stains
running down on n-ggas, sn-tchin’ them chains
ain’t talkin money it ain’t relevant
she let me f-ck and i just met the b-tch
i buy the p-ssy if she celibate
and i don’t never squash beef n-gga
i hold grudges like elephant
catch em, burn em, leave the skeleton
don’t leave no evidence
s 600 the big body benz
see right through n-ggas, no sonagram
you n-ggas be b-tches, juwana man
my gun man make em do the runnin’ man
i’m just thumbin’ through a couple bands
somebody p-ss me a rubber band
they say we be tryna flex on the gram
you broke n-ggas will never understand

[hook: young king]
had to get back in my ways
had to get back in my ways
i had to bring the monster back out the cage
had to get back in my ways
had to get back in my ways
they want the old king from back in the days
had to get back in my ways
had to get back in my ways
i had to bring the monster back out the cage
had to get back in my ways
had to get back in my ways
they want the old king from back in the days

[verse 2: mekado]
had to get back in my ways
see a young n-gga ballin’
f-ck a b-tch, never call her
i will never ever spoil her
see a n-gga countin’ bands now
look at me, i’m the man now
p-ssy n-gga been man down
couple n-ggas is my mans now
rollin’ with a couple k!llers
rollin’ with a couple shooters
finna pull up with the shooters
them clips looking like a ruler
born and raised, i’m a stuy n-gga
your b-tch on me, i’m a fly n-gga
smokin’ dope, get high n-gga
with your b-tch, i’m a side n-gga
uh, had to get back in my ways
you couldn’t walk up the block
but this was way back in the day
you had to find another way
same rules apply, even up to this day
with my n-ggas, we pull up on your block
lettin’ it fly, nah, we ain’t lettin’ sh-t rock
i, roll with the phantom, and they ready to ride
ride, look at your face, you ready to lie

[verse 3: desiigner]
had to get back in my ways
trapper b00by, he gon’ ride with the k
n-gga said he gon’ ride, most n-ggas lie
then it’s the back of the wraith
i’m callin’ the plays now
had to leave them n-ggas be [?] say now
i know k!llers that’s [?] out
all them n-ggas, they know that i’m with it
[?], yeah n-gga do it then
n-gga get it then n-gga spit it
i’ma trip [?] all of my n-ggas
one foreign, i’m pourin’ up laker
copped a deuce and [?]
all of my n-ggas be stackin’ the cheddar
stacking money big to the ceiling
pour the five, i make a k!lling
pop a xan in order to make it out
got the big body and the big foreign, had to take it out
you talk sh-t, ain’t talking money then you can get out
[?] with n-ggas who made up, [?]
i’ma keep rolling the swisher
d-mn i meant [?]
diamond, diamond dancing
i don’t get along with n-ggas
i feel all my n-ggas
i love all my n-ggas
we in the same jail
make the money flip

- young king lyrics

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