CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Came Back For You
Yuh, Big boy things
Big boy things, ooh
Yuh, yuh
Sound 'bout right, sound 'bout right
Look
I woke up at seven in the mornin'
Straight to the pen, no yawnin'
Sound 'bout right
A n***a gotta write about his life, a n***a gotta write about his life
Yuh
I woke up at seven in the mornin'
I ain't even sleep last night, hit the studio at [?]
N***a gotta write about his life, a n***a gotta write about his life, man
I'm too cold, need a heater (Heater)
N***as on my left, on the right, in the front, to the back
left in the freezer (Freezer)
ain't calling, got a brand new car
And I'm proud attaboy, tell 'em beat up, skirmish
And lately I ain't been on social media
And I ain't vacationin' either, I'm takin' daytrips to the studio and eatin' good
Pardon my french, they love me in Paris
Pardon my friends, they richer than yours
Pardon the steez, I [?] my lens
Balenciaga boxers st**ched inside of my pants
You ni- (Shhh)
Oooh, you n***as not f**kin' with me
Literally, figuratively, n***as not f**kin' with me
I ran the summer last year and ran fashion
That was just a test run, you n***as just a crash dummies
I mean, do the math for me
3 years here, look at the path of me
3 years later, they wishin' bad on me
Still, I'm at the top, like a bottom that was mad horny
Gitchi, gitchi, ayayaya
Lil Kim playin' while I'm in the sky[?]
Yeah, my new sh*t
My new sh*t hotter than it's ever been
Y'all can never win
Big boy things, ooh
Yuh, yuh
Sound 'bout right, sound 'bout right
Look
I woke up at seven in the mornin'
Straight to the pen, no yawnin'
Sound 'bout right
A n***a gotta write about his life, a n***a gotta write about his life
Yuh
I woke up at seven in the mornin'
I ain't even sleep last night, hit the studio at [?]
N***a gotta write about his life, a n***a gotta write about his life, man
I'm too cold, need a heater (Heater)
N***as on my left, on the right, in the front, to the back
left in the freezer (Freezer)
ain't calling, got a brand new car
And I'm proud attaboy, tell 'em beat up, skirmish
And lately I ain't been on social media
And I ain't vacationin' either, I'm takin' daytrips to the studio and eatin' good
Pardon my french, they love me in Paris
Pardon my friends, they richer than yours
Pardon the steez, I [?] my lens
Balenciaga boxers st**ched inside of my pants
You ni- (Shhh)
Oooh, you n***as not f**kin' with me
Literally, figuratively, n***as not f**kin' with me
I ran the summer last year and ran fashion
That was just a test run, you n***as just a crash dummies
I mean, do the math for me
3 years here, look at the path of me
3 years later, they wishin' bad on me
Still, I'm at the top, like a bottom that was mad horny
Gitchi, gitchi, ayayaya
Lil Kim playin' while I'm in the sky[?]
Yeah, my new sh*t
My new sh*t hotter than it's ever been
Y'all can never win
