Letra de Back homë - Yeat

(I-I'm—)

(I-I-I'm working on dying)

(BNYX)

I don't fly no jet, I flew it to Milan (Uh, uh, mm)

I'ma take another Perc', I'ma take another bar

I'ma pass every test, I'ma pass every car (Uh, uh, mm)

Got a whole lotta diamonds, got a whole lotta stars (Uh, uh, mm)

(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was swervin' the motherfuckin' po'

(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was slangin' that shit, go home

Back in the day, I was hatin', now I think y'all broke

(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I just pull up the shots and I rock out at shows

Now I get paid 'bout a couple of M's for some shows

(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I had to ride 'round the city with a couple of thugs

Now I had to ride 'round the city, I'm ridin' the Rolls

(Mm, mm, oh, oh) No, this shit do not feel different, I'm back in my city, I'm back in my city, I'm back

(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I been flyin' around the world, yeah, I been hoppin' on planes and I do not feel litty, I need to get litty

(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I'm cuppin' a couple of Percs and some griddy, I'm takin' a motherfuckin' ecstasy

(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Yeah, I'm gon' turn up you bitches, you gon' suck on this shit, you gon' suck up, no turnin', this willin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Every time I feel like this, that feel so weird

Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't with me, you get stabbed

Never made enough room, same thing, you know I keep a strap

Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't ever make it back

Got a big dumb watch, dumb bitches, got a Patek in the back

Try to watch all my swag, tryna take my swag

How you tryna jack my style? Tryna take that back

I don't fly no jet, I flew it to Milan (Uh, uh, mm)

I'ma take another Perc', I'ma take another bar

I'ma pass every test, I'ma pass every car (Uh, uh, mm)

Got a whole lotta diamonds, got a whole lotta stars (Uh, uh, mm)

(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was swervin' the motherfuckin' po'

(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Back in the day, I was slangin' that shit, go home

Back in the day, I was hatin', now I think y'all broke

(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I just pull up the shots and I rock out at shows

Now I get paid 'bout a couple of M's for some shows

(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Now I had to ride 'round the city with a couple of thugs

Now I had to ride 'round the city, I'm ridin' the Rolls

(Mm, mm, oh, oh) No, this shit do not feel different, I'm back in my city, I'm back in my city, I'm back

(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I been flyin' around the world, yeah, I been hoppin' on planes and I do not feel litty, I need to get litty

(Mm, mm, oh, oh) I'm cuppin' a couple of Percs and some griddy, I'm takin' a motherfuckin' ecstasy

(Mm, mm, oh, oh) Yeah, I'm gon' turn up you bitches, you gon' suck on this shit, you gon' suck up, no turnin', this willin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Every time I feel like this, that feel so weird

Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't with me, you get stabbed

Never made enough room, same thing, you know I keep a strap

Promise nine times out of ten, you ain't ever met the back

Got a big dumb watch, dumb bitches, got a Patek in the back

Try to watch all my swag, tryna take my swag

How you tryna jack my style? Tryna take that back

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