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SupremeDae - Right Back Lyrics



SupremeDae - Right Back Lyrics
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Yeah
True Story
Aye aye
I get a bag
I spend it fast
Get it right back yeah yeah
I'm in the lab, cooking that smash shit get you fat yeah yeah
I never lack if they attack, it's on my lap yeah yeah
Bro got a mac, bussing it back laying em flat yeah yeah
My brother gon shoot it uh
I die for this shit, I die for the music uh
Watch how you moving uh
They don't want beef, they just like a toothpick uh
They watch how the roof get up
The bitches been choosing us, moving up
They do not approve of us, they do not approve of us
I got a chopper you know that I buss it
I slide for my brother, that's end of the discussion
I'm testing you nigga, I'm pushing your buttons
You getting the ball, and my nigga you punt it
I get the ball and I run it
I get her wet like I'm plumbing
Only through hundreds I'm thumbing
Yeah
I run in yo shit and you jumping
Run in yo shit and you jumping
I run in yo shit and I'm taking all that
Run in yo shit and I'm taking all that
I'm a real nigga I'm facing the facts
You a bitch nigga already knew that
Yo bitch gimme top, and I got her some pads
I smash on the bitch and I'm in it like shaq
732 I put that on the map
732 I get that as a tat
I call up my brothers they go on whoever
Stomp niggas out in some Maison Margiela's
Red bottoms on and they only get redder
I left the streets had to change for the better
Don't feel no cold in this Fear Of God sweater
I'm getting that cheese yeah I'm getting that cheddar
Free my day one he just sent me a letter
I make it pour yeah I change up the weather
I f*cked that bitch and I really just met her
I got a coat it is made out of feather
All of this gold like I found me some treasure
Keep me a dog it's gon bark like a shepherd
These niggas hot we gon treat em like pepper
Got a white bitch and I'm calling her heather
I f*ck her right to control her bad temper
I'm numb to this shit like the first of December
I get a bag
I spend it fast
Get it right back yeah yeah
I'm in the lab, cooking that smash shit get you fat yeah yeah
I never lack if they attack, it's on my lap yeah yeah
Bro got a mac, bussing it back laying em flat yeah yeah
I get a bag
I spend it fast
Get it right back yeah yeah
I'm in the lab, cooking that smash shit get you fat yeah yeah
I never lack if they attack, it's on my lap yeah yeah
Bro got a mac, bussing it back laying em flat yeah yeah
My brodie gon shoot
Know a young nigga might pull in a coupe
Got a new crib and I'm loving the view
Tell ya new bitch that my shit is the move (that my shit is the move)
Uh, I stayed in the stu
Ducking the feds I had nothing to do
True story my nigga you know that's the crew
(You know that's crew)
Get her wetter than you
Life is a beach and I stay in the pool
To get on my level you step on a stool
Buy her designer, I'm buying her jewels
Dropping that fire, I'm dropping that fuel Shit is forever, no need for renewal
I'm getting a fever my neck is to cool
I got a youngin from Centreville
Cut up that pussy need Benadryl
This how the devil feel
You niggas hot like a metal grill
Shout out my cousin from Temple Hill
Take you apart like a Lego build
All color diamonds like jello pill
I got a yellow drill
Shit make your elbow still
Yah yah
I'm from the ghetto, Bill
Where all the rebels kill
Bro got a cello chill
Yeah yeah
I get a bag
I spend it fast
Get it right back yeah yeah
I'm in the lab, cooking that smash shit get you fat yeah yeah
I never lack if they attack, it's on my lap yeah yeah
Bro got a mac, bussing it back laying em flat yeah yeah
I get a bag
I spend it fast
Get it right back yeah yeah
I'm in the lab, cooking that smash shit get you fat yeah yeah
I never lack if they attack, it's on my lap yeah yeah
Bro got a mac, bussing it back laying em flat yeah yeah
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Yeah
True Story
Aye aye
I get a bag
I spend it fast
Get it right back yeah yeah
I'm in the lab, cooking that smash shit get you fat yeah yeah
I never lack if they attack, it's on my lap yeah yeah
Bro got a mac, bussing it back laying em flat yeah yeah
My brother gon shoot it uh
I die for this shit, I die for the music uh
Watch how you moving uh
They don't want beef, they just like a toothpick uh
They watch how the roof get up
The bitches been choosing us, moving up
They do not approve of us, they do not approve of us
I got a chopper you know that I buss it
I slide for my brother, that's end of the discussion
I'm testing you nigga, I'm pushing your buttons
You getting the ball, and my nigga you punt it
I get the ball and I run it
I get her wet like I'm plumbing
Only through hundreds I'm thumbing
Yeah
I run in yo shit and you jumping
Run in yo shit and you jumping
I run in yo shit and I'm taking all that
Run in yo shit and I'm taking all that
I'm a real nigga I'm facing the facts
You a bitch nigga already knew that
Yo bitch gimme top, and I got her some pads
I smash on the bitch and I'm in it like shaq
732 I put that on the map
732 I get that as a tat
I call up my brothers they go on whoever
Stomp niggas out in some Maison Margiela's
Red bottoms on and they only get redder
I left the streets had to change for the better
Don't feel no cold in this Fear Of God sweater
I'm getting that cheese yeah I'm getting that cheddar
Free my day one he just sent me a letter
I make it pour yeah I change up the weather
I f*cked that bitch and I really just met her
I got a coat it is made out of feather
All of this gold like I found me some treasure
Keep me a dog it's gon bark like a shepherd
These niggas hot we gon treat em like pepper
Got a white bitch and I'm calling her heather
I f*ck her right to control her bad temper
I'm numb to this shit like the first of December
I get a bag
I spend it fast
Get it right back yeah yeah
I'm in the lab, cooking that smash shit get you fat yeah yeah
I never lack if they attack, it's on my lap yeah yeah
Bro got a mac, bussing it back laying em flat yeah yeah
I get a bag
I spend it fast
Get it right back yeah yeah
I'm in the lab, cooking that smash shit get you fat yeah yeah
I never lack if they attack, it's on my lap yeah yeah
Bro got a mac, bussing it back laying em flat yeah yeah
My brodie gon shoot
Know a young nigga might pull in a coupe
Got a new crib and I'm loving the view
Tell ya new bitch that my shit is the move (that my shit is the move)
Uh, I stayed in the stu
Ducking the feds I had nothing to do
True story my nigga you know that's the crew
(You know that's crew)
Get her wetter than you
Life is a beach and I stay in the pool
To get on my level you step on a stool
Buy her designer, I'm buying her jewels
Dropping that fire, I'm dropping that fuel Shit is forever, no need for renewal
I'm getting a fever my neck is to cool
I got a youngin from Centreville
Cut up that pussy need Benadryl
This how the devil feel
You niggas hot like a metal grill
Shout out my cousin from Temple Hill
Take you apart like a Lego build
All color diamonds like jello pill
I got a yellow drill
Shit make your elbow still
Yah yah
I'm from the ghetto, Bill
Where all the rebels kill
Bro got a cello chill
Yeah yeah
I get a bag
I spend it fast
Get it right back yeah yeah
I'm in the lab, cooking that smash shit get you fat yeah yeah
I never lack if they attack, it's on my lap yeah yeah
Bro got a mac, bussing it back laying em flat yeah yeah
I get a bag
I spend it fast
Get it right back yeah yeah
I'm in the lab, cooking that smash shit get you fat yeah yeah
I never lack if they attack, it's on my lap yeah yeah
Bro got a mac, bussing it back laying em flat yeah yeah
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Writer: Foday Donzo
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Written by: Foday Donzo

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