Back On My Bullshit
Jaquae, Papoose, Rick Ross
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Any nigga, any nigga been throwin' shade or hatin' in the last three years, f*ck 'em Yeah, we shittin' on you right now We ain't givin' no passes, yeah, you pussy Bang, ha, bang Niggas still got the same car from my Trilla album, what? This summer, I'm only ridin' in convertibles, son I'm signed to MMG, money, murder and guns Rick Ross was official, I knew him a long time 'Cause he took off his shades just so he can look in my eye Back with the remix, heard you back in the precinct Quit yappin', you ain't packin' a mean grip Automatic with 3 clips You rap with no reason Stacked with some mean chips I spent a rack on a clean whip I get it back with a key flip Get some grams bagged and we seran wrap 'em, my man, you don't have to believe it Married the queen chick She be keepin' her king lit I be grabbin' her cleavage Clappin' up leaches When they ratchet, unleashes I blast from the pieces That's when I'm reachin' Leave you paraplegic We're done, I make speed ships 'Bout it, 'bout it, Master P but you get defeated with the mafia like the three-six The kingpin have an actual reason to stop you maggots from breathin' No casa fire, how it's pacifier, fire arms, fire chromes when you rappers exceeded Trappin' and eatin', got 'em back on the defence, I be havin' 'em speechless Fire flashin', got 'em aggy, feelin' shots but I gotta see it This time I ain't playing fair I'mma take what's mine I want more money, more pot, goddamn Nigga, it's about that time I'm back on my bullshit I'm back on my bullshit I said I'm back on my bullshit I'm back on my bullshit, hey Met Pap in '96, fresh off the bus Residue in my raps from holdin' dust I didn't wanna, case I made her touch her toes We touchin' money but really, who touch the most? We on the corner with my slugs poppin' wheelies We never run 'cause we know who run the city She on the train just to let us run the train Who do the body, I'mma give that boy a chain Hustler, I got it tatted on my neck 20 deal Presidents tatted across my chest Pro tools, now they say that boy the best Tell us what yous know 'cause you don't get no respect I pass it to Papoose out on a fast break Her pussy can never be better than what's in my ashtray Bang, biggest Her pussy can never be better than what's in my ashtray This time I ain't playing fair I'mma take what's mine I want more money, more part, goddamn Nigga, it's about that time I'm back on my bullshit I'm back on my bullshit I said I'm back on my bullshit I'm back on my bullshit, hey Ayo, Pap, remember when we met at the five deadly venoms photoshoot? Like yo, ain't no five deadly venoms, nigga We the future of the rap game Future of the culture We the biggest We shook hands then, homie Seen it in your eyes then, nigga, let's go
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Written by: JAMES HARRIS, RICK ROSS, TYRONE DOUGLAS, WILLIE MACKIE
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