Letra de Back Again - King Von

(Feat. Prince Dre, Lil Durk)

(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)

Blast his ass

I don't even ask when it come to cash, they catch him

Blast his ass

Jam get out that jam, I give him fifty, ain't gotta ask again

He was catchin' murders way back then, that's when the MACs was in

I don't drink that red or that green, bring back the Act' again

Fucked her, then she told me that she hate me, now she back again

And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no traffic in

Hate they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"

I can hit that club all by myself long as my strap is in

Niggas told me, all the rappers pussy, I ain't no rapper then

They told 'em what type of car I was in, I had to go get it wrapped again

Said when I get on, ain't no more thots, we fuckin' actresses

Bitch, you know we lyin', we fuckin' thotties on the mattresses

Ayy, pop out like a ghost

They like, "Prince Dre, boy, he back again" (Huh)

If a body movin', I spin back again, clap again (Huh)

I be in the 'NOLA with a chopper like I'm Soulja Slim (Huh)

O'Block, them my brothers, but 300, that's my woadie 'nem (Ayy, ayy, go)

Them be my fuckin' partners (Be my fuckin', ooh)

I be movin' through this bitch, ain't worried 'bout no oppers (Ain't worried 'bout no, ooh)

I'm a fuckin' shotta (Ayy)

And I'm dreaded like a Rasta (Ha)

I been runnin' up that bag, I been trappin' out that Charger (Skrrt)

Foenem screamin', "GetBack" (Gang)

You know I'm with that (Huh)

Long live Baby Boy (Boy), T-Roy, can't forget HEC (HEC)

Project baby, 64 shawty, got it on my back (Huh)

Chopper bullet make him somersault, then put him on his back (Boom, boom)

I ain't tryna squash no beef, nigga (Squash no beef, nigga)

We into it 'til you die, real street nigga (Real street nigga)

At yo' funeral, I might just slide, rest in pee, nigga (Rest in pee, nigga)

Shoot up everybody that's outside

Bet Wooski feel this one (Boom, boom, boom, boom)

I bet Wooski still twitchin' (Damn, damn, damn)

He changed, somethin' different

I got clips like Mel Gibson (Yeah)

All full with none empty (Rrah, rrah)

I know niggas scared to come around when I pop out outside (I know it)

I done gave niggas whole head starts (What?), and still I hawked 'em down (Boom, boom)

That shit crazy (Damn)

Krump was doin' all that woofin' and he ain't even make it (Damn)

Melly got shot in the party, started Harlem shakin' (Damn, damn, damn)

If the pigs keep tweakin', I'ma start fryin' bacon (Boom, boom)

The difference between me and you, is you be askin', I be takin' (Boom, boom, boom, boom-boom-boom-boom)

Blast his ass

I don't even ask when it come to cash, they catch him

Blast his ass

Jam get out that jam, I give him fifty, ain't gotta ask again

He was catchin' murders way back then, that's when the MACs was in

I don't drink that red or that green, bring back the Act' again

Fucked her, then she told me that she hate me, now she back again

And you still alive, you better be lucky, ain't no traffic in

Hate they ass so much, we dig 'em up and tell 'em, "Die again"

I can hit that club all by myself long as my strap is in

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