Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back Home, artist - Zeds Dead. Date of issue: 08.03.2016
Song language: English
Back Home |
| Pack came in, dope showed up |
| Word gettin' out, phone blowin' up |
| Loose lips will get your mouth sewn up |
| Count fucked up, house blown up |
| Count fucked up, house blown up |
| Fuckin with me and my niggas we fed up, yeah |
| Nigga fuckin' with me it’s a man down |
| Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways |
| Seems like the money and the bitches in my way |
| I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray |
| I look the police in their face, say crime pays (crime pays) |
| Get that yay, whip that yay |
| Fuckin' with me and my niggas, we fed up |
| Fuckin' with me and my niggas it’s man down |
| So much dope in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out |
| So much dope in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out |
| Got a cocaine wrist |
| Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch |
| Pocket full of bands, they my motherfuckin' friends till the end cause these |
| niggas and these hoes ain’t shit |
| Say good Lord |
| Got a cocaine wrist |
| Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch |
| Pocket full of bands, they my motherfuckin' friends till the end cause these |
| niggas and these hoes ain’t shit |
| Say good Lord |
| Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways |
| Seems like the money and the bitches in my way |
| I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray |
| I look the police in their face, say crime pays |
| Say why you wanna go to war with me, to war with me |
| I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me |
| You don’t want to go to war with me, to war with me |
| I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me |
| Bitch I’m smokin' on that Schwarzenegger, that terminator |
| I put meat and potatoes on tables, from flippin' yayo |
| My amigo got 53 acres, a regulator |
| Got big nuts, I say fuck the world I might, impregnate her |
| I’m a shark with the fork and the pot, the calculator |
| Don’t get popped with the flex and finesse |
| Don’t try my paper |
| I spray niggas, straight till they can bless up |
| Black activator |
| My amigo got 53 acres, a regulator |
| Drivin' up lets get this paper, get this paper |
| Fuckin' with me and my niggas, we fed up |
| Fuckin' with me and my niggas it’s man down |
| Bitch I’m back on that dope, boy I’m Codeine and Molly and Xan’d out |
| I relapse on that dope, boy I’m Codeine and Molly and Xan’d out |
| With a cocaine wrist |
| Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch |
| Pocket full of bands, they my motherfuckin' friends till the end cause these |
| niggas and these hoes ain’t shit |
| Say good Lord |
| Got a cocaine wrist |
| Never spend a dollar on a broke, lame bitch |
| Pocket full of bands, they my motherfuckin' friends till the end cause these |
| niggas and these hoes ain’t shit |
| Say good Lord |
| Lord I promise I been tryin' to change my ways |
| Seems like the money and the bitches in my way |
| I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray |
| I look the police in their face, say crime pays |
| Say why you wanna go to war with me, to war with me |
| I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me |
| You don’t want to go to war with me |
| I got choppers in the car with me, the squad with me |