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Back Home (feat. Freddie Gibbs)
Zeds Dead
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Back Home （家）-Zeds Dead /Freddie Gibbs Pack came in dope showed up Word gettin'out phone blowin'up Loose lips will get your mouth sewn up Count ****ed up house blown up Count ****ed up house blown up ****in'with me and my niggas we fed up yeah Nigga ****in' with me it's a man down Lord I promise I been tryin'to change my ways Seems like the money and the b*****s in my way I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray I look the police in their face say crime pays crime pays Get that yay whip that yay ****in'with me and my niggas we fed up ****in'with me and my niggas it's man down So much dope in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out So much dope in the trunk but when I hit the city I ran out Got a c*****e wrist Never spend a dollar on a broke lame b***h Pocket full of bands They my mother****in'friends till the end Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit Say good lord Got a c*****e wrist Never spend a dollar on a broke lame b***h Pocket full of bands They my mother****in'friends till the end Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit Say good lord Lord I promise I been tryin'to change my ways Seems like the money and the b*****s in my way I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray I look the police in their face say crime pays Say why you wanna go to war with me to war with me I got choppers in the car with me the squad with me You don't want to go to war with me to war with me I got choppers in the car with me the squad with me b***h I'm smokin'on that schwarzenegger that terminator I put meat and potatoes on tables from flippin'yayo My amigo got 53acres a regulator Got big n**s I say **** the world I might impregnate her I'm a shark with the fork and the pot the calculator Don't get popped with the flex and finesse Don't try my paper I spray niggas straight till they can bless up Black activator My amigo got 53acres a regulator Drivin'up lets get this paper get this paper ****in'with me and my niggas we fed up ****in'with me and my niggas it's man down b***h I'm back on that dope boy I'm c*****e and m***y and xan'd out I relapse on that dope boy I'm c*****e and m***y and xan'd out With a c*****e wrist Never spend a dollar on a broke lame b***h Pocket full of bands They my mother****in'friends till the end Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit Say good lord Got a c*****e wrist Never spend a dollar on a broke lame b***h Pocket full of bands They my mother****in'friends till the end Cause these niggas and these hoes ain't shit Say good lord Lord I promise I been tryin'to change my ways Seems like the money and the b*****s in my way I lost my mind so for my enemies I pray I look the police in their face say crime pays Say why you wanna go to war with me to war with me I got choppers in the car with me the squad with me You don't want to go to war with me Go to war with me I got choppers in the car with me the squad with me
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