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lil jairmy - back on lyrics

[intro]
(can’t rush the vibe, rando)
(rando, the f_ck you doin’, man?)
yeah, yeah, n_gga, i’m back on, back (back)
my company black owned (black)
n_gga, n_gga, i’m back on, back (i’m back)
yeah, company black owned (company black owned, the f_ck you mean, cuh?)
company black owned (we gone)

[verse 1]
what they pen and they pad, n_ggas jockin’ my swag (what?), these n_ggas bad clones
n_gga play with this sh_t and i’m droppin’ a bag (what?), yeah, i get his ass gone
hit that sh_t from the back, she was f_ckin’ me bad (yeah), but shawty a stallion
and i made the plug send a whole lot of bags (what?) and i got ’em all gone (yeah)
any n_gga overplayed that came short on the bag (what?), now they get the dial tone
i’m the one n_ggas basin’ they style on (for sure)
everybody that doubted, they all on (for sure)
i got superstar lawyers in court, n_ggas’ money be short, but the plug know that eyes long
bae, you know i be hoein’ (hoein’), so come hop in this foreign, lil’ b_tch, you can cry alone (cry alone)
and you know i ain’t goin’ (ain’t goin’)
keep my hand on my hammer, no, i will not die alone (bang)
i just brought me a pound home, real investments, young n_gga got millions in styrofoam (ooh)
own my traphouse, the land long
f_ck the feds, n_gga know that i’m keepin’ a firearm
have had a car full of work right next to the church, just tryna stay calm (woo, woo, woo, woo)
your n_gga broke, he a real bum (bum), she wanna f_ck with a real don (don, for sure)
these n_ggas brewsters, they real crumbs
i’m a young shooter with real funds (that’s jairmy, oh)
b_tch deep throat, make a n_gga cum (cum, cum)
shoot through the door, n_gga ain’t gone (n_gga ain’t gone, gone)
they be shootin’ that chop’ when they tryna run (when they tryna run, run)
can’t pop out ’til i get the job done (yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
yeah (yeah), n_gga, i’m back on (i’m back)
he f_cked up the sack, gone (sack)
i’m cookin’ that crack, i’m cooking that crack, like who left the stove on? (who left the stove on?)
crack two hundred somethin’ racks, that patek so wet, my wrist, it be frozone (that patek so wet, that patek so wet)
yeah, yeah, yeah, tell ’em i’m back on (i’m back)
n_gga, i’m back on (back on)
signs comin’ in, got the lawyer’s number and the whole city, lil’ n_gga, i’m back on (back)
yeah, i’m back on (i’m back), uh, tell ’em i’m back on
had to switch it up ’cause the feds all in a n_gga business, but n_gga, i’m back on (back on)

[verse 2]
i’m with trapboy (i’m with trapboy), what?
might see me with fred and them
and i got a chopper for every single one of our problems, yeah, we can get rid of them
and i run with some k!llers, these b_tches, they feelin’ our pimpin’, they diggin’ the kid and them
n_ggas you thinkin’ be k!llers, they really some b_tches
better go ask your lil’ boy what we did to him
treat my clip like a tank and i fill it up (and i fill it up)
rando talk like a gangster and get it up (and get it up)
gained that weight off the drain, i can’t give it up (i can’t give it up)
i’m stickin’ d_ck in her face and she givin’ up (’til she givin’ up)
i saved her number in my phone under, “call girl” (under, “call girl”)
’cause this lil’ b_tch, she know how to get it up (she know how to get it up)
i told these p_ssy_ass n_ggas, “it’s our world” (it’s our world)
get to shootin’, my six so professional, uh (brrt)

- lil jairmy

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