| Out of order, shop closed, no more free throws
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| And it ain’t no more, lickin' in his speed coat
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| Know better, do better
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| Had it real good, rap bitch with her own trend setter
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| I never asked him for shit
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| Basic ass nigga, really wasn’t 'bout shit
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| Man, I’m tired of puttin' these niggas on and makin' 'em famous
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| They be sayin' they love me, then they doin' the same shit
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| These niggas wanna be me, girl, he want the fame
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| Wanna be on TV, man, what’s wrong with him?
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| I be watchin' they moves and I be tellin' my bitches
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| Man, he be thinkin' I’m clueless, so I’m out for his riches
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| Man, karma be a bitch
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| Didn’t get far, these niggas thinkin' they slick
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| Then they come back crawlin' and shit
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| Niggas lost everythin', now they on they dick
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| Nigga, I don’t wanna talk
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| I erased all your math, social media blocked
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| And it ain’t my fault
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| You got caught in the web, what the fuck you thought?
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| Ain’t no bitch that better than me
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| I’m young Moses, I could part any sea
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| So think twice when you checkin' for me
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| 'Cause it ain’t no comin' back, I’m a real OG
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| You wanted to leave, baby
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| But see I don’t need you, baby
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| Don’t you come runnin' back to me
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| Runnin' back to me
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| Don’t you come runnin' back to me
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| Runnin' back to me
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| You wanted to leave, baby
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| But see I don’t need you, baby
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| Don’t you come runnin' back to me
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| Runnin' back to me
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| Don’t you come runnin' back to me
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| Runnin' back to me
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| See the face on 10, body on 10
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| And the bank account on win
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| They see me in the field, man, I’m stashin' them commas
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| I pull up on these niggas in the flyin' saucer
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| Buyin' that nigga, became my own boss
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| No bra, titties out, bitch, I think I’m Rick Ross
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| Think I’m Big Meech, make chop like Bruce Lee
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| And the last thing you should think, a bitch sleep
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| My game on fleek
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| And your new bitch, she homeless chic
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| I laugh at it 'cause she’s a small matter
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| I live a high rise, her section 8 chatter
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| And you ain’t no better
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| Thinkin' these hoes gon' make you better, what a fuck nigga?
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| Lil nigga, go and play with these hoes
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| 'Cause you ain’t in my league, nigga, I ball with pros
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| Nigga, I don’t wanna talk
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| I erased all your math, social media blocked
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| And it ain’t my fault
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| You got caught in the web, what the fuck you thought?
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| Ain’t no bitch that better than me
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| I’m young Moses, I could part any sea
|
| So think twice when you checkin' for me
|
| 'Cause it ain’t no comin' back, I’m a real OG
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| You wanted to leave, baby
|
| But see I don’t need you, baby
|
| Don’t you come runnin' back to me
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| Runnin' back to me
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| Don’t you come runnin' back to me
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| Runnin' back to me
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| You wanted to leave, baby
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| But see I don’t need you, baby
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| Don’t you come runnin' back to me
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| Runnin' back to me
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| Don’t you come runnin' back to me
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| Runnin' back to me |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back to Me, artist - Trina. Album song Dynasty 6 - EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп