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retch - back on that evil lyrics
can’t put my faith in no thottie
i put that drip on my body
i used to trap out the lobby
smoking on [?]
in foreigns, i’m smoking exotic
i lay back and count up the profit
in neimans, i’m f-cking up commas
i’m shopping online off a cd
left out the court in some ggs
i beat the case in margiela’s
f-ck n-ggas broke and they jealous
these n-ggas be hoes and they tellin
can’t let them find out your business
cause n-ggas be chattin like b-tches
can’t really [?] to no witness
[?] forreal – y
pointed me out from the stand
it played out just like a movie
i stood in front of the jury
verdict: not guilty
ain’t bout no money, then i feel offendi
i get the drank and po’ up on an empty
i’m rocking louis vuitton with [mackenzie?]
i got designer all over my body
re-up from [?] and style [?]
i just might jack up the price on a peon
i just might swipe up a piece til it be gone
this is some sh-t that i really can’t speak on
my k!llers lay in the bush like a recon
two hundred thou in the trunk [?]
looked at my n-gga and told him that we on
f-ck it we sharin, that’s the sh-t that we be on
down in the a man, they love me like [deon?]
i’m in the trap n-gga, f-ckin a [?]
she popped a perc and said that it tingled
said that i quit but i’m back on that evil
can’t let no f-ck n-ggas [?]
said that i quit but i’m back on that evil
i ran up the bread and do right by my people
i used to [?] with the needle
they run out of money like “nephew, i need you”
no trusting these b-tches, these b-tches they traitors
she went to that p-ssy and sold it in vegas
i punched me a flight, sippin red in the caymans
can’t post who i’m f-ckin, the little b-tch, she famous
we used to hang out the trap in the vacant
and that was my dog til he wrote [?] them statements
and most of my losses were people that’s close to me
stand on my own n-gga, ain’t noone folding me
small charges, [few n-gga?] that’s how it’s supposed to be
i got some bat sh-t on ice n-gga, overseas
scared in the street like a motherf-ckin notary
watch who you approach n-gga, i keep it close to me
can’t give my all to these little bitty b-tches
i laugh when i see they stress over my messages
[gymnastics?] word to the past
i felt it, walking in tension to whippin them benz’s
i ball in the pain, i can’t sit on no benches
you owe me some paper, i need mine with interest
free all the brodies, the judge trynna lynch em
the [?] my hand, i have nothing against em
my gun, keep it with me cause n-ggas against me
can’t slide on no b-tch if i don’t got a glizzy
not lookin for love, all these b-tches they iffy
i really was trappin, i flooded the city
i went for the smack with a quart in a bentley
i call up the driver [?] the chevy
i wake up in foreign, play ball in givenchy
don’t ever compare me, that really offend me
said that i quit but i’m back on that evil
i ran up the bread and do right by my people
i used to [?] with the needle
they run out of money like “nephew, i need you”
no trusting these b-tches, these b-tches they traitors
she went to that p-ssy and sold it in vegas
i punched me a flight, sippin red in the caymans
can’t post who i’m f-ckin, the little b-tch, she famous
we used to hang out the trap in the vacant
and that was my dog til he wrote [?] them statements
and most of my losses were people that’s close to me
stand on my own n-gga, ain’t noone folding me
small charges, [few n-gga?] that’s how it’s supposed to be
i got some bat sh-t on ice n-gga, overseas
scared in the street like a motherf-ckin notary
watch who you approach n-gga, i keep it close to me
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