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pro dillinger & futurewave - back home كلمات أغنية

[intro: snotty]
tag champs in this b_tch
futurewave, what up?
one nine two times
look

[verse 1: snotty & pro dillinger]
i gotta keep it st_rdy in hood ’cause i’m the back bone, huh
in my absence, they kept the captions, but i’m back home
all i need a half zip, two fiends, and a tracfone
give me two weeks and i’ll be back on (i’m back on)
i mastered the get_back, but now i’m tryna hold on to it
flashbacks, we had the four_door buick, times were simpler then (it was simple)
upgraded, pumpin’ sniff out a benz
our mothers told us never switch on our friends
fanfolded, i cut ties off a gp (i had to)
helpin’ out the folks, pointin’ fingers, that couldn’t be me (never)
i don’t fear death anymore, i get to see fleet (fleet)
k!llin’ sh_t the last two summers and this the threepeat
i know the b_tches see me (they see me), huh
shine too hard with no jewels, serve ’em solid
we still operatin’ off old rules, protocol
no fair ones here, that’s old news
no mask on the stove, i still could smell those fumes (uh, big dirt, n_gga, yo)

[verse 2: pro dillinger]
n_ggas depend on me to make it (uh)
and i won’t disappoint, i ain’t never gotta explain sh_t (i don’t need to explain myself)
my n_ggas get the point
it’s non_verbal, i give a head nod and hit the joint (what up?)
my squad hurt you, give your head knots and get your coins (yeah)
i started early, my dream job was slingin’ diesel (dirt)
got off the porch and i was street legal (uh)
i was outside with hookers, bums, and street people
learn the ropes, that trap breeds evil, my eyes low as j_panese people (it’s big smoke)
california rolls, california love for all the california plugs that send me california dope (dope, n_gga)
got it on me, bad timin’, flash on the barrel on you hoes (hoes)
n_ggas hatin’, d_ck_ridin’, buy a saddle for these hoes (these hoes)
the lone ranger, hi_ho, silver, i john wayne ya
hot noon, b_tch, my gun gon’ blaze ya at ten paces (blaow)
we move wicked, no sunshine, it’s screw faces (faces)
the new basics, ain’t no time for new faces (faces)
know some old n_ggas with new cases
just a old n_gga with two faces, i break your bones just to get blue faces
black and puerto rock, mixed two races
i had to throw the rock, i’ve been to few places
over a dollar bill, i took chances (uh)
i took losses, took breath away (away)
watched n_ggas eatin’, took notes, and i ain’t never hate (never)
make fiends do the dirty work and take they debt away
flee the scene, i ain’t seen sh_t, a smooth getaway (uh)
i put the wine and bread away, in god mode
watch me levitate, even my squad knows
they watch you celebrate, that’s how i generate
outworkin’ n_ggas how i separate
the gang goin’ up, it’s time to elevate, uh

- pro dillinger futurewave

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