Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bring It Bak, artist - Robb Bank$. Album song Molly World, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, SS
Song language: English
Bring It Bak |
| Yeah, we spillin' on them niggas for real, yadigg |
| Tuh |
| Rich, spillin' that shit on 'em |
| Hap-hap-hap-happy |
| Nah mean? |
| Hap |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yadigg? |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yadigg? |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yadigg? |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yadigg? |
| Drippin' on them pussy niggas, really though |
| Shoot a nigga then I take a video |
| Pussy Hulk Smash’d, now it look like Cheerios |
| Nigga, I’m in that Hellcat, backseat, eatin' cereal |
| Redbone, dig, cutthroat, dig |
| Dope boy magic, drove |
| My family never rattin', I’m the last Don |
| Mafioso in this bitch, I told 'em get low |
| I got a whole band of crooks for a broke hoe |
| Know Phone finna go and get some toto and get the dome |
| Never did no drive-by, they in slow-mo, I just walk up |
| Nigga, I’ma make sure those crackers don’t find you, call it chalk dust |
| Yeah, 4301, just without the bums, ain’t nothin' new |
| You see I fucked a witch, I tried to hitch, gave her a broom |
| Talked to God today about the plan, he told on you |
| Show my dick on IG, I’ma need a super zoom (SSET) |
| Don’t drink Tech, no IT, I could teach you what I do (did that) |
| Fucked a bitch in Portland, the next day, I caught the flu |
| I drink syrup when it get boring, it ain’t never nothing new |
| I ain’t sleep, I’m never snorin', I check on my opps way more than you, uh |
| Bring your ass back |
| Bring your ass back |
| Bring your ass back |
| Bring your ass back |
| I think I might be happy |
| Girl, bring it back |
| Shake it for a stack |
| Walkin' with the MAC |
| Push your shit back |
| We them niggas poppin' |
| We them niggas on it |
| We them niggas wildin' |
| We just Lead, they follow |
| My hoes in Armani |
| That’s how you identify 'em |
| Nigga, we the SSET Almighty |
| Y’all them niggas droppin' |
| Top off the Benz, left with your friend |
| Her tract ain’t sewed in, blew off in the wind |
| Phone off the Xan, they sleep on me again |
| Nikki rub my back and she got stabbed |
| These niggas part time traitors and full time haters |
| I don’t know where they do that at |
| Say they pullin' up on you, but you know they on foot, Barney Rubble |
| So you know I had to scream «Free Bam» |
| My clip bubble when it’s 93 degrees like fuck it |
| I ain’t finna compromise my fit |
| Duct tape your momma, lil nigga, you don’t want no trouble |
| But I gotta break off my wrist |
| What you sayin'? |
| We the gang |
| Sendin' hits, we ain’t come to play |
| Bitch, you a trick, I let you buy my main |
| Pimpin', bitch, raise up your cup, mane |
| Dig |
| Bring your ass back |
| Bring your ass back |
| Girl, bring it back |
| Shake it for a stack |
| Walkin' with the MAC |
| Push your shit back |
| We them niggas poppin' |
| We them niggas, yeah |
| We them niggas |
| We them niggas droppin' |
| We them niggas poppin' |
| We them niggas droppin' |
| We them niggas poppin' |
| We them niggas droppin' |
| Drop, drop |