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back from the dead - brycee lyrics

[intro: brycee]
i’m back from the dead like i never left

[chorus: brycee]
i say i’m back from the dead like i ain’t never left (yeah)
f*ck on yo b*tch then i nut on her breast (yeah)
one thing about me n*gga, imma stay blessed (yeah)
she said she wanna f*ck, then be my guess (be my)
finna go on this drill told bro get dressed (yeah)
he stop tryna beef when i got that address (yeah)
we popped all his potnas n*gga who next (who next)
we wopped his ass cause he kept tryna flex (he kept)

[post*chorus: brycee]
i don’t really love her i jus love her neck (okay)
ran up 70k den i cashed my check (yeah)
balling this motherf*cker we almost got in a wreck (skrt)
she only f*ck with me cause of my nike tech (ayy)
if you speaking on me n*gga be direct
that’s the only way you can gain my respect

[verse 1: brycee]
lil n*gga should know i don’t play that sh*t (i don’t)
fno just made a mil we go split it
i dont wanna f*ck, her parents a too strict
dissing me go get you lynched
you a hood hopper, now y’all n*ggas cl!cked?
heard he tryna trade, he go get switched
them my real brothers cause they never switched
he started speaking on me i forgot he exist
[chorus: brycee]
i say i’m back from the dead like i ain’t never left
f*ck on yo b*tch then i nut on her breast
one thing about me n*gga, imma stay blessed
she said she wanna f*ck, then be my guess
finna go on this drill told bro get dressed
he stop tryna beef when i got that address
we popped all his potnas n*gga who next
we wopped his ass cause he kept tryna flex

[verse 2: deestaccin]
rock out wit this tec
glock gotta beam he gone get stretched
can’t chase no hoe only the check
louis the tee moncler the vest
we chasing this money dont care bout a b*tch
if you dissin on me gone get you dismissed
can’t cuff that hoe we kno she a trick
we can share that hoe she ain’t gotta pick
sliding down floyd wit this switch
we gone shoot em all ain’t gotta pick
we ina demon shake the laws quick
got yo hoe number ion call it
got her drippin wet like a foulest
ion break 20 im on boss shi
finna go shopping hit the mall nd shii
he just ready to k!ll he see all red
in this money drowning like a ball pit
f*cked yo b*tch we on raw shi
don’t care bout yo ex you ain’t my b*tch
whole family gone die if he try to snitch
can’t take nun of my hoes they all rich
if he throw me the pass ima moss it
i be ready to slide then im all in
said my homie a b*tch ima call him
[chorus: brycee]
i say i’m back from the dead like i ain’t never left
f*ck on yo b*tch then i nut on her breast
one thing about me n*gga, imma stay blessed
she said she wanna f*ck, then be my guess
finna go on this drill told bro get dressed
he stop tryna beef when i got that address
we popped all his potnas n*gga who next
we wopped his ass cause he kept tryna flex

[verse 3: brycee]
me and dee going back2back
gotta big ponta he go by stacks
i f*cked yo btch made her throw up the set
he said he go k!ll me well n*gga that’s a bet
ion hang with goofies i only chase that pape
don’t beef with us cause we go gorilla and ape
been saving these hoe i might need me a cape
i’m slamming dis hoe like first name blake
if i go broke imma make sum shake
hit her with a lil uzi the shoulder shake
n*gga i’m on fire i think i got take
yo deddy should’ve pulled out n*gga you a mistake
ion f*ck with yo hoe so stay in yo place
you a sick n*gga you catching a case
finna f*ck yo b*tch and switch states
you old asl doing tbh and rates
[chorus: brycee]
i say i’m back from the dead like i ain’t never left
f*ck on yo b*tch then i nut on her breast
one thing about me n*gga, imma stay blessed
she said she wanna f*ck, then be my guess
finna go on this drill told bro get dressed
he stop tryna beef when i got that address
we popped all his potnas n*gga who next
we wopped his ass cause he kept tryna flex

- brycee lyrics

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