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comeback - nas blixky lyrics

[hook]
trappin’, juggin’, gotta get some stacks
keep a knockers get a n-gg- whacked
if he oppin’ leave his body flat
smoke them n-gg-s you can’t get them back
trappin’, juggin’, gotta get some stacks
keep a knockers get a n-gg- whacked
if he oppin’ leave his body flat
smoke them n-gg-s you can’t get them back

[verse 1]
f-ck all the oppositions, imma spark up the whip i got 30 so how i’m missin’
6 0 he got it with him, if he droppin’ the rakes we gon’ make sure his momma tearin’
they can still catch a face hit, f-ck a thot, send the drop we gon’ slide on that gang sh-t
free herbo he bang quick, ‘member nights we was starving ain’t stopping ‘till gang rich
them n-gg-s politicking, we gon’ walk up start gunning, them 40s gon’ leave ‘em twitchin’
make sure you leave him finished, if you jackin’ the opps bet them hollows gon’ make you meet ‘em
duck, duck, bullets bust, spoke the dead so y’all n-gg-s really gotta go
hunneds rush, i need guts, tell her, tell her fill the gucci bag i gotta go
driving in foreigns, we hoppin’ out scoring, them n-gg-s be cappin’ i gotta see
pull up we floxkin’ them, n-gg-s be dropping, them shooters gon’ spin through and make him bleed
throw up the rakes so you know it’s me, use to bag up the work, had to sell the fees
got locked and i told that will never be, n-gg-s writing (?)

[verse 2]
keep it with me i ain’t never lacking, free my n-gg- prezzie he always get to clapping
while we spinning, dying and they lying, rapping, boy these n-gg-s bluffing that ain’t neva happened
all my n-gg-s wildin’, gotta catch a basket, got them hitters on you, let that n-gg- have it
f-ck them dead n-gg-s, we gon’ keep on spinning, know my blixky’s really trained to go
i was broke and b-mmy, momma always watching so i had to get it on the low
if you wit’ it, i’m wit’ it, lets clap rounds, rolling new opps in this blunt now
get you picked n-gg- that’s a touchdown, with my felon n-gg-s since the playground
(?) so let’s run up on him, got that trey pound sounding like that thunder roaring
gotti quick to put the gun up on him, if them n-gg-s slipping we gon’ run up on ‘em
fn on me got a big kick, if he woo back watch his body flip
i ain’t for nothing, kept on juggin’, i made it to something
them hollows we bustin’, get shot in your noggin, 30 shots in your body keep dodging

- nas blixky lyrics

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