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never coming back - young abdulleh lyrics

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[intro]
i was born in 1998
i’m a superhero, wear a cape
shackles off my feet, i ain’t a slave
these b-tches on my d-ck cannot be saved

[hook]
running to the money, b-tches always coming fast
diamonds dancing on me got these n-gg-s coming back
don’t approach me on some sus sh-t cause you’re f-ckin’ wack
i just moved from millbrae, b-tch i’m never coming back
never coming back, ya
i be popping tags, what
slap her on the -ss, ya
pullin’ out the strap, aye
b-tch i’m never coming back, aye
b-tch i’m never coming back, aye

[verse 1]
flex on these n-gg-s, bugatti, accelerate, shifting through all of the gears
the b-tches latina, you know that i always be hitting it up from the rear
big bang hublot, switch the watch
try to run up on me but my block is f-cking hot
young abdulleh always running from the cops
and all these other n-gg-s always tryna pocket watch
blew 50,000 on some cartier shades
coming from the mud, i went to f-cking outer sp-ce
remember i was trapping, coming out from whitman way
went to the chase bank, i’m a cash cow
my punchlines knock out like i’m pacquiao
they ain’t throwin hands and they backing out
feel like klay thompson cause i’m taking faceshots
strippers at the wynn, oh yeah we way up
i don’t want your kids, i ain’t gonna pay up
drinking philz coffee, i don’t f-ck with k-cups

[hook]
running to the money, b-tches always coming fast
diamonds dancing on me got these n-gg-s coming back
don’t approach me on some sus sh-t cause you’re f-ckin’ wack
i just moved from millbrae, b-tch i’m never coming back
never coming back, ya
i be popping tags, what
slap her on the -ss, ya
pullin’ out the strap, aye
b-tch i’m never coming back, aye
b-tch i’m never coming back, aye

[verse 2]
always close my eyes when i’m driving down 280
soundcloud rappers flexing, look they watches all fugazi
drugs up in their system, man they looking up to satan
my high school teachers putting me through h-ll
now all they get to see is me shoppin’ out chanel
real ones from imposters, it’s impossible to tell
and now they coming back and they wishing me so well
never coming back, ya
i be popping tags, what
slap her on the -ss, ya
pullin’ out the strap, aye
b-tch i’m never coming back, aye
b-tch i’m never coming back, aye
b-tch i’m never coming back, ya

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