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Letra : Double Back
Had to run it back
That pu**y so good, I had to run it back
Uh, yeah, yeah
I swear that pu**y so good, I had to run it back (Damn)
She swear she love a n***a, so she brought a sack (Racks)
All my b*t*hes wear Chanel, ain't no goin' back (Nah)
b*t*h, I can't take fifty, I need all the racks
I swear that pu**y so good, I had to run it back (Damn)
She swear she love a n***a, so she brought a sack (Racks)
All my b*t*hes wear Chanel, ain't no goin' back (b*t*h)
b*t*h, I can't take fifty, I need all the racks
How I got rich? Best friends with the junkies (Swear to God)
My mama prayin' for me while I'm runnin' up the money
Baby, I'ma keep it solid even when that sh*t ugly
Best friends with my b*t*hes, yeah, they my lil' buddies
Nеw chain on the way, I spent fifty on it (Racks)
If you say you love a n***a, spеnd a ticket on me (b*t*h)
Steakhouse with the b*t*h, I'm eatin' rigatoni (Ha)
All this fake love around me make a n***a lonely (Damn)
But I gotta stay focused on the race to this paper (Woo)
I'm tryna be the president, baby, f**k the mayor (Yeah)
How I'm stuck up in this grind, shout my n***a Peezaye though
I got ten different b*t*hes, I can deal with all flavors
I swear that pu**y so good, I had to run it back (Damn)
She swear she love a n***a, so she brought a sack (Racks)
All my b*t*hes wear Chanel, ain't no goin' back (Nah)
b*t*h, I can't take fifty, I need all the racks
I swear that pu**y so good, I had to run it back (Damn)
She swear she love a n***a, so she brought a sack (Racks)
All my b*t*hes wear Chanel, ain't no goin' back (b*t*h)
b*t*h, I can't take fifty, I need all the racks
My b*t*h wear double G's, double C's
And I be motorboatin' in them double D's
She got them heels on, walkin' 'round naked
She put that pu**y in my face, damn right, I ate it (Damn right, I ate it)
I'm an East side player (What else?), in love with
Money, pu**y, and Broadway Gangster (Huh?)
She say she love a n***a so she brought a hundred grand
My shoes come from Germany, my denim from Japan
Eatin' wagyu steak, three hundred for the pound
Gotta spend a lot of money for this type of lifestyle
We in downtown, Jewelry District, gettin' iced out
When I got up in the car, you know she put it in her mouth
I swear that pu**y so good, I had to run it back (Damn)
She swear she love a n***a, so she brought a sack (Racks)
All my b*t*hes wear Chanel, ain't no goin' back (Nah)
b*t*h, I can't take fifty, I need all the racks
I swear that pu**y so good, I had to run it back (Damn)
She swear she love a n***a, so she brought a sack (Racks)
All my b*t*hes wear Chanel, ain't no goin' back (b*t*h)
b*t*h, I can't take fifty, I need all the racks
That pu**y so good, I had to run it back
Uh, yeah, yeah
I swear that pu**y so good, I had to run it back (Damn)
She swear she love a n***a, so she brought a sack (Racks)
All my b*t*hes wear Chanel, ain't no goin' back (Nah)
b*t*h, I can't take fifty, I need all the racks
I swear that pu**y so good, I had to run it back (Damn)
She swear she love a n***a, so she brought a sack (Racks)
All my b*t*hes wear Chanel, ain't no goin' back (b*t*h)
b*t*h, I can't take fifty, I need all the racks
How I got rich? Best friends with the junkies (Swear to God)
My mama prayin' for me while I'm runnin' up the money
Baby, I'ma keep it solid even when that sh*t ugly
Best friends with my b*t*hes, yeah, they my lil' buddies
Nеw chain on the way, I spent fifty on it (Racks)
If you say you love a n***a, spеnd a ticket on me (b*t*h)
Steakhouse with the b*t*h, I'm eatin' rigatoni (Ha)
All this fake love around me make a n***a lonely (Damn)
But I gotta stay focused on the race to this paper (Woo)
I'm tryna be the president, baby, f**k the mayor (Yeah)
How I'm stuck up in this grind, shout my n***a Peezaye though
I got ten different b*t*hes, I can deal with all flavors
I swear that pu**y so good, I had to run it back (Damn)
She swear she love a n***a, so she brought a sack (Racks)
All my b*t*hes wear Chanel, ain't no goin' back (Nah)
b*t*h, I can't take fifty, I need all the racks
I swear that pu**y so good, I had to run it back (Damn)
She swear she love a n***a, so she brought a sack (Racks)
All my b*t*hes wear Chanel, ain't no goin' back (b*t*h)
b*t*h, I can't take fifty, I need all the racks
My b*t*h wear double G's, double C's
And I be motorboatin' in them double D's
She got them heels on, walkin' 'round naked
She put that pu**y in my face, damn right, I ate it (Damn right, I ate it)
I'm an East side player (What else?), in love with
Money, pu**y, and Broadway Gangster (Huh?)
She say she love a n***a so she brought a hundred grand
My shoes come from Germany, my denim from Japan
Eatin' wagyu steak, three hundred for the pound
Gotta spend a lot of money for this type of lifestyle
We in downtown, Jewelry District, gettin' iced out
When I got up in the car, you know she put it in her mouth
I swear that pu**y so good, I had to run it back (Damn)
She swear she love a n***a, so she brought a sack (Racks)
All my b*t*hes wear Chanel, ain't no goin' back (Nah)
b*t*h, I can't take fifty, I need all the racks
I swear that pu**y so good, I had to run it back (Damn)
She swear she love a n***a, so she brought a sack (Racks)
All my b*t*hes wear Chanel, ain't no goin' back (b*t*h)
b*t*h, I can't take fifty, I need all the racks
