Lyrics:
Back with my hoe
Back with my hoe we would chill by the lake
She kind of young, but a ten on my rank
Back with my hoe, we would chill by the lake
She
the back with my ego (it's supa big)
Another drive, we headed up the five (once again)
We stopped in Sac for some fries (yummy)
Another trip (yeah), cross it
Pull up I'm breaking her back
They be like, "whats in the bag"?
Benjamin, Benjamins, woah
I want the hunnids, no lower
Bitch it's like money galore
Hoe
locked up and I'm free
He got a lot more to worry about than me
I ain't trippin'
Y'all niggas left me by myself
But I can't front (I like it)
And so, now
Taylor Gang and you know it
Get it back fast so I blow it
Black frames on so I'm focused
Will in that hardtop and I'm loaded
Yeah them diamonds dancin', no
Never ever been on my level
Fuck with Fred you face to face with the devil
Raise hell to raise my funds up
Bitch I was raised in the ghetto
Pedal
I woke up feeling the sunshine
Drift across my face
It took me back to emotions
From another time and place
Those yesterdays
Cruising in my
And lookin' back I can't believe
He let her run with a boy like me
He said "you better get her back by ten or there'll be hell to pay"
I can still feel her
back
And I live in the back of the jungle
Lions, tigers, bears, oh my
Hear the siren, walk up, [*gunshot* *gunshot*] drive by
Shooters, looters, federal
OK, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this)
The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh huh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga)
He Back (I see ya, nigga)
I'm back (I smell that
it flies by
Shawty want the d she keep smirking looking with side eye
Caught me by surprise her hand hand on my thigh so I might try
Pull up in
[Featuring Charli Baltimore]
(Kid Capri)
Yes indeed What the deal
This is the world famous Kid Capri
up here wit my man Joey Crack
Joey
Chasin us through the African safaris
From Then Till Now
What goes up must come down
What goes down comes back around again
Where it all began,
through
Moving through, pushing it back; darkness, by God's hand
So strong, right, and wrong, in the battle, we belong
Got our orders ready to fight
I'm comin' for my Moon man
You niggas slide back like that walkin' on the moon dance
No glitter glean, handgun with a beam
Have some boys follow you,
I'm comin' for my Moon man
You niggas slide back like that walkin' on the moon dance
No glitter glean, handgun with a beam
Have some boys follow you,
It's hell up in Harlem, my main man just caught a bad one
Wetted by a magnum when he didn't have none
That goes to show you that even when you're
And I signed his petition
He thanked me for my time
I headed back inside, grabbed my beer
An' got back to the game
Thought by now that boy, he's
now beating up mom
Mom is scared, she doesn't know what to do
Her beautiful skin is now black and blue
She used to cry, now she's back in the pen
been branded by the iron, you been cut by the knife
There's a monkey on your back runnin' up and down your spine
Up and down your spine
You hunger
By: jimmy buffett
Spoken intro with music playing:
This is a song that started a long time ago. back when there
Was just the water world. there
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
Play that funky music
Play that funky music, white boy
I'm back and I'm ringin' the bell
the back by the buses and the limousines
Just to get a glance at a drummer or singer yeah anything
And they come from miles around
For that moment when
cryin'
I bought the bitch designer, something wasn't right, ayy
I can back the troops, my hittas on the front line
I bought a watch 'cause I got tired
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