lirik lagu red clay - back on my bullshit
yeah…here we go…you already know
hook:
i’m back on my bullsh-t, h-llo (h-llo)
hey girl how ya doin’?, tell ya man you got a new one
later for that bullsh-t, bye bye (bye bye)
ain’t into what we doin’ (doin’), tell ’em keep it movin’
i’m back on my bullsh-t, h-llo (h-llo)
hey girl how ya doin’?, tell ya man you got a new one
later for that bullsh-t, bye bye (bye bye)
ain’t into what we doin’ (doin’), tell ’em keep it movin’
verse 1:
two b-tches on my leather, they down for whatever
b-tches battle buddies, they trained to go together
make it rain on both together, gettin’ brain from both together
f-ckin’ powerballin’ like they dope and c0ke together
yeah, i f-ck ’em both together (yes), i let ’em smoke together (yes)
leave the way they came (yes), them hoes broke together
got a couple hundred women naked pictures in my android
all i got is d-ck, they wanna date, that’s what they man for
i restore the feelin’ (feelin’), of pimpin’ and the dealin’ (dealin’)
cadillac sedan deville with velvet on the ceilin’
talkin’ pink rings and gators famous n-ggas make the papers (papers)
i’mma drive the car and she gone count up what she made us (yes)
my reefer be the sweetest (sweetest), sneakers be adidas (adidas)
bullets by the drum (ok), and liquor by the liters (liters)
that b-tch there look for money (money), that n-gga look to try me still
i got back to totin’, not a k!ller, catch a hommy still (yes)
hook:
i’m back on my bullsh-t, h-llo (h-llo)
hey girl how ya doin’?, tell ya man you got a new one
later for that bullsh-t, bye bye (bye bye)
ain’t into what we doin’ (doin’), tell ’em keep it movin’
i’m back on my bullsh-t, h-llo (h-llo)
hey girl how ya doin’?, tell ya man you got a new one
later for that bullsh-t, bye bye (bye bye)
ain’t into what we doin’ (doin’), tell ’em keep it movin’
verse 2:
ridin’ ’round and i’m gettin'(gettin’ it) it, roll it up and she hittin’ it (hittin’ it)
they be smokin’ that loud (loud), my sh-t straight ignorant (yes)
and my denims got creases, car got pink slips no leases (leases)
n-ggas claim that they ball hard, leave them black cards on them bleachers
i got cocaine for your speakers (speakers), heroin for your ipod
she give it to me, we make a movie, and she look back at that tripod
thick b-tch and she brown skin, good p-ssy i drown in
queen city, never claimed king, but who gone wear that crown then?
ridin’ in my chevy (chevy), eyes a little heavy (heavy)
even if i’m slippin'(slippin’), my .40 on ready (ready)
i’m not a star (i’m not a star), somebody lied (somebody lied)
the k!llers known (yeah), the bodies hide (yeah)
little short n-gga (n-gga), with a long gun (yes)
cool n-gga, try who n-gga?, the wrong one
b-tches wanna f-ck ’em (yes), b-tches wanna bleed the kid
three indictments later, i know how to beat a bid (yes)
hook:
i’m back on my bullsh-t, h-llo (h-llo)
hey girl how ya doin’?, tell ya man you got a new one
later for that bullsh-t, bye bye (bye bye)
ain’t into what we doin’ (doin’), tell ’em keep it movin’
i’m back on my bullsh-t, h-llo (h-llo)
hey girl how ya doin’?, tell ya man you got a new one
later for that bullsh-t, bye bye (bye bye)
ain’t into what we doin’ (doin’), tell ’em keep it movin’
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