Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bring It Back, artist - Tyler, The Creator.
Date of issue: 14.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bring It Back |
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah |
Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, yeah |
Don’t wanna have to chase you down 'bout them stack |
'Cause I will blow ya back, bring it back, this ho here throw it back |
Ayo, Converse selling out they got their thumbs tied |
Re-up on my deal, let’s make it 1−5 |
And I ain’t talking point, that gorilla if I point |
He gon' get you, that’s the point no lie |
Hit the gas and we outta there (skrrt) |
Like it’s mountain wear, lately, I’ve been dolo in this bitch |
Shoutout Solo, that’s big sis, shoutout Frankie, that’s big bro |
Ya lil' homie running shit, no question |
Casio the mothafuckin' watch |
800 in a day, my boy, that’s just one drop |
Invest in stocks, that’s the other plan |
Two-story bed, I hit the running man |
Baby boy, no photo, long sleeve, my polo |
Casio, no Rolo', Parmesan, my bolo |
VVS my necky, necky heavy flooded |
We done broke them levees, anything for Fetti |
But don’t let it get to you, these niggas tripping |
They shoe in the gutter, they gonna ruin their future shit that |
They doing like, flexin' on the 'Gram about a bank deposit (hmm) |
Yeah, that shit addicting, shit is hypnotizing (hmm) |
Claiming that you rich, like, bitch we know you lying (yuh) |
What yo backyard look like? |
What your mama driving? |
Mane, call me flame, I’m lighting niggas I’m an animal, fuck is tame? |
Young wild nigga, it’s the WANG (it's them GOLF boys) |
G boy, jeez boy, he that boy, boy, you a decoy (yuh) |
Fuckboy, heard you want beef, bitch, you eat soy |
Us and them and we ain’t got time, bitch, I’m Pink Floyd, yuh |
Sapphire’s gelatin, niggas is repetitive |
AmEx 'cause my pockets is what I can’t fit my cheddar in |
Sleeping on me, sedative, who these niggas better than? |
Is the answer me? |
Hmm? |
Uh, no, negative, yuh |
Ounces in my mothafuckin' pantry (yeah) |
Diamonds on a young nigga, dancin', yeah |
Just dropped some bandos on some glasses, yeah |
(Golf boys in this shit) |
Just dropped your bitch off, man, that hoe so nasty |
(Shout out to Trouble) |
Huh, all about that paper, can’t miss a beat, yeah |
(Shout out to Drake, shout out to Mike WiLL) |
I’ma get some Cho-Cho, one thing 'bout me, yeah |
Gossip all that hoe shit, miss me with that |
I could put you front line, just bring it back |