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Back From The Dead
Eli Fross
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
I'm back from the dead (Bitch I'm back from the dead)
Grr, pow
Falayo, falayo, bitch I'm back from the dead
Who is them niggas that's talkin' on bro like a sweet
Don't make bro hop off a peg
Niggas get left in the strip, left in the whip
Fiends come pick up the rest
Watchin' him roll in the shit, he low for the shit
Now he a new soul to collect
Grr
Don't lack in that party lil nigga we comin' to vibe
He was dancin' 'til he felt the nine'
It's all beef until you see him fried
Huh, and I don't give a fuck with you jacks so fuck who you beat
I'm like Micheal Myers with the skeet
It's a movie when I'm in them streets
Niggas is sweet
On the bros if it's lit we could meet
Like a fish you get left in the sea, these bullets gon' track
Like I hopped out the G
We don't see 'em and we know and repeat?
After I was hours turned to a creep
And the [?] I keep me a G
These niggas be hot and I pop out a C
In the cold you get shot through the coat
Fuck the V walk 'em down with a pole
Some of his opps I don't know just smoke the [?]
All the opps gettin' packed in the spoze
If you with him get packed with your bro
Why I'm living I stuck to our goal
You say that this war on the block gon' explode
Grrah, grrah
Uh, I don't got time for the talk
You wait til' you get money then beat it
Uh, shorty keep callin' my line and I don't really fuck just skeet it
Uh, niggas gon' talk on the net until I go cut off your breathin'
Uh, don't make bro come 'round the block
You know you gon' lace his sneakers
Uh, I don't got time for the talk
You wait til' you get money then beat it
Uh, shorty keep callin' my line and I don't really fuck just skeet it
Uh, niggas gon' talk on the net until I go cut off your breathin'
Uh, don't make bro come 'round the block
You know you gon' lace his sneakers
Uh, Falayo, falayo, bitch I'm back from the dead
Who is them niggas that's talkin' on bro like a sweet
Don't make bro hop off a peg
Niggas get left in the strip, left in the whip
Fiends come pick up the rest
Watchin' him roll in the shit, he low for the shit
Now he a new soul to collect
Grr
Don't lack in that party lil nigga we comin' to vibe
He was dancin' 'til he felt the nine'
It's all beef until you see him fried
Huh, and I don't give a fuck with you jacks so fuck who you beat
I'm like Micheal Myers with the skeet
It's a movie when I'm in them streets
Falayo, Falayo, Falayo
I'm like Micheal Myers with the skeet
It's a movie when I'm in them streets