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ceefineass - back now كلمات أغنية

[intro]
uh, cee
b_tch, uh

[chorus]
remember i ain′t had no money, tell ’em b_tches i got racks, nah
i was bein′ humble, now i don’t know how to act, nah
snuck up in the club with a snub and funk her pad out
i’m gone for a minute, tell ′em b_tches that i′m back, nah

[verse]
welcome to the city, what’s a hit? i had to shake ′em up
they were sleepin’ on me so, you know, i had to wake ′em up
i was dead broke until i went and got my paper
i ain’t spendin′ nothin’ on my mama, i been savin’ up
i need a ferrari, and i need a bugatti
everything i do these rappers b_tches tryna copy
i be in miami eatin′ salmon with the broccoli
made it out thе trenches, i can′t let you b_tchеs spot me
i ain’t doin′ features, i been workin’ on my own sh_t
see, i′m ’bout to blow, you must be talkin′ ’bout the wrong b_tch
see, i’m ′bout to blow, and i don′t think you understand
all the b_tches that was hatin’ now, they turnin′ ’em into fans
i′m really doin’ numbers, you can go and check my resume
glizzy and i′m burpin’, i don’t walk around with pepper spray
i feel like a heavyweight and all you b_tches featherweight
you gon′ fall for it, all i gotta do is set the bait
yeah, all you b_tches was talkin′ that sh_t
oh, she ain’t gon′ make it, she ain’t gon′ do this
but guess what (but guess what)
i’m still the biggest one and i′m that b_tch, ah
[chorus]
remember i ain’t had no money, tell ’em b_tches i got racks, nah
i was bein′ humble, now i don′t know how to act, nah
snuck up in the club with a snug and funk her pad out
i’m gone for a minute, tell ′em b_tches that i’m back, nah
remember i ain’t had no money, tell ’em b_tches i got racks, nah
i was bein′ humble, now i don’t know how to act, nah
snuck up in the club with a snug and funk her pad out
i’m gone for a minute, tell ′em b_tches that i′m back, nah

[verse 2]
i look d_mn good, i don’t care what b_tches talkin′ ’bout
once you get it started, it′s too late for us to talk it out
b_tches tryna beef it ’til they walk into the slaughterhouse
send ′em up to heaven and call ’em rappin’ for the sorted mouth
money on my mind and i′ma get it
draw my team in and then i′m finished, i just might go independent
try to rap it by my p_ssy just so i can fit the image
put my heart into my music, every verse i make ’em feel it
i′m a bad b_tch tryna play mean, like i ain’t her but i ain′t havin’ heed
i feel offended, and b_tch, you can get it, we be clappin′ sh_t (yeah)
really bought it, and i ain’t just fried for this rappin’ sh_t
don′t make me have to wake a b_tch

[outro]
cee, the biggest one, f_ck you
and everybody else, yo!

- ceefineass

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