Testo Back homë - Yeat
Testo della canzone Back homë (Yeat), tratta dall'album AftërLyfe
(I-I'm—)
(I-I-I'm working on dying)
(BNYX)
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)
Back in the day, I was swerving the motherfucking po' (Mm, mm, oh, oh)
Back in the day, I was slanging that shit, go home
Back in the day, I was hating, 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 riding the Rolls (Mm, mm, oh, oh)
No, this shit 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 flying around the world, yeah, I been hopping on planes and I do not feel litty, I need to get litty (Mm, mm, oh, oh)
I'm cupping a couple of Percs and some griddy, I'm takin' a motherfucking ecstasy (Mm, mm, oh, oh)
Yeah, I'm gon' turn up you bitches, you gon' suck on this shit, you gon' suck up, no turning, this willing
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 bitches, got a Patek in the back
Try to watch all my swag, tryna take my swag
How you tryna jack my style? Tryna take this back
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)
Back in the day, I was swerving the motherfucking po' (Mm, mm, oh, oh)
Back in the day, I was slanging that shit, go home
Back in the day, I was hating, 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 riding the Rolls (Mm, mm, oh, oh)
No, this shit 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 flying around the world, yeah, I been hopping on planes and I do not feel litty, I need to get litty (Mm, mm, oh, oh)
I'm cupping a couple of Percs and some griddy, I'm takin' a motherfucking ecstasy (Mm, mm, oh, oh)
Yeah, I'm gon' turn up you bitches, you gon' suck on this shit, you gon' suck up, no turning, this willing
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 bitches, 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
Credits
Writer(s): Gregg Alexander, Danielle Brisebois, Debra Holland, Benjamin Saint Fort, Noah Smith
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