paroles de chanson Back in the Lab - D-Mo

(Speaking that gibberish fr)
This is D-Mo back boys and ladies and gentlemen (yeah)
D-Mo is back (woo)
Yuh yuh yuh yuh
Alright I want everyone do this fucking cheer for me
Yeah aye let's go
Everybody say D-Mo
(D-Mo)
Yeah
(Yeah)
Say D-Mo
(D-Mo)
Yeah
(Yeah)
D-Mo yeah D-Mo yeah everybody let's go

Back in the lab man check the fucking rhymes
I'm back in this shit it's about fucking time
Rocky over here tryna lick my fucking balls
But that's okay he's a dirty fucking dog
Aye pancakes for breakfast grandma the goat
I love this rapping shit don't take it as a joke
Yo Jbon
(Yeah)
Tell them what you think of me
(You suck)
Damn it really be your family
Alright last I checked I'm still hella cold
I'm nice as shit but please don't be bold
When you think of me I better be dripped out
If not then mothafucker imma flip out
Gang shit lot of y'all always do the mothafucking same shit
I stay busy coming up with different hits
Bitch it's crazy if you don't believe
Lemme break it down how shall I proceed aye
Muscle man hopped on a track
I ran from a dog and he broke my fucking back
I dissed a top ten food chain I think I made a new wave
DMo going crazy that's my mothafucking new name
Whoa whoa whoa I mean
Who really sound like me
Make a track spit some facts you can be like me
I'm on the verge of the vip
Look in the mirror a star I see
Yeah
This is getting old now lemme switch the flow though
(This is getting old now lemme switch the flow though)
(Flow though flow though flow though flow though)
(This is getting old now lemme switch the flow though)

Woo
Whoa yeah
Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa here we go
I'm back in the studio man check the fucking rhymes
I'm back in this shit it's about fucking time
I'm calling up Veezy and J fucking Slime
Working on a mixtape yeah I'm on the fucking grind (whoa)
Don't tell your mom but she's so fine
You are what you eat so did she eat a dime
I'm kinda perplexed I'm kinda confused
I run up the check the zeros have few
Bitch where's my money this shit ain't funny
You stay fat 'cuz you're mouth does all the running
On the track imma star
Imma own ten cars
Write it down 'cuz shit that's a mothafucking bar
Whoa who whoa
You's a lame though
Yeah
No game though
Yeah
I just want everybody to scream my name though
D-Mo (uh)
D-Mo (uh huh)
D-Mo (that's right)
D-Mo (uh)
(Back to that gibberish frfr)
Uh
Back in the lab here I go
Back in the lab here I go
(Gibberish again lol)
(Daniel your song is on hurry)
Back in the lab
D-Mo's back here
I am mofucka
Uh let's go
Uh back in the lab I'm back in the lab
Uh check the fucking tag
It's D-Mo on the track
It's D time
Back in the lab here I go again
Back in the lab go tell your mom
Right now