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yhung t.o. – double back كلمات اغاني

[chorus: yhung t.o.]
we hit they block, then double back, and we don’t speak on it
first chain wasn’t hitting hard enough, i put vv’s on it
you think you with all that bullsh-t, we really be on it
take a n-gg- chain right off his neck, got me deebo-in’
twenty bands on me right now, n-gg-, no lie
just took his b-tch, she actin’ different, he don’t know why
and if the police askin’ questions, we don’t know opps
smokin’ cookie in this whip with this glock glock

[verse 1: yhung t.o.]
we find out where that n-gg- life, we hit his spot spot
that n-gg- say he with the sh-t but he is not not
speakin’ down on lil sheik gon’ get you pop popped
brodie hit your b-tch from the back, she a thot thot
you know me don’t give no f-cks, i’m with all that sh-t
hit they block with .223’s and they gon’ call it quits
you always talk about that sh-t that you ain’t really with
vvs’s on my wrist, my sh-t really lit
sh-t, i can only hit if she really thick
uh, drum and stick, i don’t really miss
uh, we don’t tip, hit him in his sh-t
rbe, obm, b-tch, i represent
couple shooters ’round me and they treat me like the president
heard some n-gg-s speakin’ on my name but they irrelevant
quiet with you, she come to me and get to tellin’ sh-t
told the b-tch
get the f-ck out my face if you ain’t sellin’ sh-t
ten bands on the lawyer, they gon’ close the case now
hundred rounds up in that chopper, leave a n-gg- facedown
i don’t want to hear they from the block if you ain’t facedown
and i always thought you was, but i know you fake now

[verse 2: daboii]
we hit they block and double back and not a word was said
and your mama been a duck, that b-tch be birthin’ eggs
and we got percs, we got bricks, brodie servin’ meds
oh, you ain’t never seen a boss, b-tch? then turn your head
and i gotta watch my back, n-gg-s turnin’ fed
slanged the d-ck for 2 hours off this percocet
you don’t deserve to walk this earth so be a shirt instead
and i like all my b-tches thicker than a turkey leg
and all you n-gg-s do is cap, i ain’t believin’ nothin’
put a drum up on my glock because the reaper comin’
and how you on that dumb sh-t but scared to be a dummy?
and every time them n-gg-s call they just be needin’ money
and brodie bro empty that stick, he need no reason for it
talkin’ crazy on the ‘gram until you bleed him for it
n-gg- claimin’ he the plug, then it must be a shortage
and that diss was h-lla weak, y’all need to rerecord it, b-tch

- yhung t o

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