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Artiste : Kodak Black
Titre : Back for Everything
(Buddha blessed this beat)
(Ayy, hey, Mondo)
Ayy, ayy
I´m back for everything, you heard me? (Yeah)
Yeah

Ayy, yeah

Ayy, forty goin´ off, don´t make no pitstop
Bustin´ down the E-way with my bitch
Why you steady schemin´? Boy, you rich now
´Cause I fell in love with hittin´ licks
When that shit get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that nigga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my bitch house
But I promise I don´t tell her shit

Check my ring, I´m ballin´ with my wrist
I´m back for everything I ever missed
Yeah, I been gettin´ paper ever since
I ran up out of that cage like I´m a pit
Yeah, double up gang, but I ain´t talkin´ Rick Ross
Uh, double up gang, I took that shit from Wiz

Rest in peace my nigga, but it´s his fault
The way you let them kill you like a jitt
Talkin´ to Wam, you sayin´ the same, did you like a lame
You ain´t give a damn, there up in chains and I was already in pain
VVS chain, P.F. Chang, eat out with my main
Droppin´ chains at Johnny Dang, bustin´ down my fangs

Ayy, forty goin´ off, don´t make no pitstop
Bustin´ down the E-way with my bitch
Why you steady schemin´? Boy, you rich now
´Cause I fell in love with hittin´ licks
When that shit get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that nigga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my bitch house
But I promise I don´t tell her shit

Ayy, zoolin´ at the house, fuckin´ with TikToks
Yeah, I been goin´ viral with my jitts
Yeah, my gun got a drum, I call this motherfucker hip-hop
Hop out the car, tear up a nigga hip
Paralyzed from waist down, that was ´posed to be your homie
Every time I´m in H-Town, I suppose I drink some codeine
Christian Louboutin, steppin´ red bottom like my toes bleed
My daddy never spent no time with me, still bought him a Roley
I ain´t even in my prime, but a young nigga on top
I ain´t even twenty-five, spent quarter million on a watch

Back for everything that´s mine and everything I forgot
And everything that I lost and everything to be got
And really, I want your spot

Ayy, forty goin´ off, don´t make no pitstop
Bustin´ down the E-way with my bitch
Why you steady schemin´? Boy, you rich now
´Cause I fell in love with hittin´ licks
When that shit get ugly, bring the sticks out
I am not that nigga to be dissed
Catch a body, duck off at my bitch house
But I promise I don´t tell her shit